<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256</id><updated>2012-01-31T23:36:26.412+07:00</updated><category term='Switchfoot'/><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='Imogen Heap'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Jakarta'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Economics'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Article'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Nicholas Sparks'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Human Capital'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='People'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='Jason Mraz'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='Gender'/><category term='History'/><category term='Float'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='College Life'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Youth'/><category term='High School'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Remedy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5997169035468632492</id><published>2012-01-30T01:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:08:55.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Amateur's Captures: Across the Picturesque Strait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9e0-6iLE8w/TyYp756sw4I/AAAAAAAAArY/i09lVClCVqw/s1600/Stop%2BBy%2Band%2BShady%2BHere.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9e0-6iLE8w/TyYp756sw4I/AAAAAAAAArY/i09lVClCVqw/s320/Stop%2BBy%2Band%2BShady%2BHere.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703292087247356802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mn_9vIPQOCU/TyYo6aoTgAI/AAAAAAAAArM/cP1I-yFr97g/s1600/Fully%2BEnquired%2BWithin%2BUpon%2BEverything.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mn_9vIPQOCU/TyYo6aoTgAI/AAAAAAAAArM/cP1I-yFr97g/s320/Fully%2BEnquired%2BWithin%2BUpon%2BEverything.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703290962157207554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iew-GG58whY/TyYn7R5uE-I/AAAAAAAAArA/LZvSqimZN-M/s1600/Safe%2BHaven%2528s%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iew-GG58whY/TyYn7R5uE-I/AAAAAAAAArA/LZvSqimZN-M/s320/Safe%2BHaven%2528s%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703289877482574818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97gySpovmfg/TyYmwNZjDiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/yL3tGr0fmFo/s1600/The%2BQueen%2Bof%2BBicycle%2BRace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97gySpovmfg/TyYmwNZjDiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/yL3tGr0fmFo/s320/The%2BQueen%2Bof%2BBicycle%2BRace.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703288587783704098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYrkEQpQCJc/TyYllKyKTPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/_9c4bhdtoaM/s1600/Shimmering%2BSolitude.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYrkEQpQCJc/TyYllKyKTPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/_9c4bhdtoaM/s320/Shimmering%2BSolitude.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703287298591444210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4x29_Ydn7c/TyYkUXuYwhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/GRLt5ZI0qWM/s1600/Send%2BMe%2Ba%2BPostcard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4x29_Ydn7c/TyYkUXuYwhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/GRLt5ZI0qWM/s320/Send%2BMe%2Ba%2BPostcard.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703285910495871506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QO90dwVgDes/TyYjcBfx62I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/3mSpvukGups/s1600/Rearviews%2Bat%2Bthe%2BBottom%2Bof%2Ba%2BMarket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QO90dwVgDes/TyYjcBfx62I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/3mSpvukGups/s320/Rearviews%2Bat%2Bthe%2BBottom%2Bof%2Ba%2BMarket.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703284942456351586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7645-GTFus/TyYioAuc3-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/HEUFJAHz5qc/s1600/Space%2Bof%2BHan-e-mon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7645-GTFus/TyYioAuc3-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/HEUFJAHz5qc/s320/Space%2Bof%2BHan-e-mon.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703284048896253922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5997169035468632492?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5997169035468632492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5997169035468632492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5997169035468632492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5997169035468632492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2012/01/amateurs-captures-along-picturesque.html' title='Amateur&apos;s Captures: Across the Picturesque Strait'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9e0-6iLE8w/TyYp756sw4I/AAAAAAAAArY/i09lVClCVqw/s72-c/Stop%2BBy%2Band%2BShady%2BHere.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8678166598509447747</id><published>2012-01-27T03:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:09:04.855+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Does Solitude Mean Selfish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What costs us to decide something? Somebody else's freedom, interest, happiness, and well-being?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In life, we are faced with several options: to make it or to take it all away. I believe that there's no single thing in this world that happens to be the first-best-option. That once we decide, it could be no zero cost of impact comes to pass the surface. We may harm the others as well as we may benefit them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's also not about what's been decided, rather how we pay to the consequences that may occur once we decide. And it happens all the time. Like the government who needs to create a policy that may harm people while benefit the business(wo)men, the key is on the rent distribution. How they accommodate the loss received by the people using the value of benefit collected by the businessmen/women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However I forgot that I'm not a kind of government-like since I only govern myself. And it's not a kind of a public choice analysis since it doesn't mean to be a public good. Or even if it has to be a public good, I prefer to use private choice analysis approach because &lt;i&gt;for me&lt;/i&gt; it really is, a private one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8678166598509447747?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8678166598509447747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8678166598509447747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8678166598509447747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8678166598509447747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2012/01/does-solitude-mean-selfish.html' title='Does Solitude Mean Selfish?'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7142924006375530696</id><published>2011-12-28T21:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:36:31.317+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Attaining Equilibrium: Of Any Given S &amp; D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQuchojDzgU/TvumLHd57DI/AAAAAAAAApc/0nO1zUHSGfI/s1600/The%2BEconomics%2Bof%2BLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQuchojDzgU/TvumLHd57DI/AAAAAAAAApc/0nO1zUHSGfI/s320/The%2BEconomics%2Bof%2BLove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691325264026004530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://ramblingsofanasshole.tumblr.com/post/8958612133/the-economics-of-love"&gt;Ramblings Of An Asshole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7142924006375530696?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7142924006375530696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7142924006375530696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7142924006375530696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7142924006375530696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/12/attaining-equilibrium-of-any-given-s-d.html' title='Attaining Equilibrium: Of Any Given S &amp; D'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQuchojDzgU/TvumLHd57DI/AAAAAAAAApc/0nO1zUHSGfI/s72-c/The%2BEconomics%2Bof%2BLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4657268853251580769</id><published>2011-12-06T13:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:30:56.633+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><title type='text'>Solution: Rule or Discretion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Di suatu kelas, dua orang mahasiswi sotoy sama istilah ngobrol ngalur-ngidul gara-gara lelah menunggu sesuatu yang tak pasti).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;X: Ibunya punya kecenderungan buat dicap ngga kredibel nih, bilangnya mau masuk jam 2 tapi sekarang udah mau jam 4. Tadi aja sesi pertama baru masuk jam 12 padahal harusnya jam 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y: Itu artinya ekspektasi muridnya ngga menggunakan &lt;i&gt;adaptive expectation&lt;/i&gt;, ngga belajar dari kesalahan masa lalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;X: Masalahnya &lt;i&gt;adaptive expectation&lt;/i&gt; udah ngga cocok lagi buat dipake di kehidupan, udah ada &lt;i&gt;rational expectation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y: Masalahnya muridnya udah rasional belum? Abisan ini ada problem&lt;i&gt; assymmetric information&lt;/i&gt;. Kan kita ngga tau apakah pas ibunya ngomong itu sunggu-sungguh akan ditepati atau ngga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Z: Maaf ya tadi saya bilang mau masuk jam 2, saya lagi banyak urusan ini, nanti aja saya ngajar sampai malam. Maaf ya, jadi ada &lt;i&gt;time-inconsistency&lt;/i&gt; deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4657268853251580769?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4657268853251580769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4657268853251580769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4657268853251580769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4657268853251580769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/12/solution-rule-or-discretion.html' title='Solution: Rule or Discretion?'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2115721968598590838</id><published>2011-12-06T11:08:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:39:10.630+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Sparks'/><title type='text'>Nothing’s 100% Fidelity, Mayang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend told me about her quick experience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y: Cantik banget sihh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;X: Apa sih lu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a guy (Y) who had a crush on her (X), perhaps not an exact crush but rather just a form of admiration, or even, having a space of interlude to flirt to, or to be more extreme, joking. Be it whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a second she was actually having a blushed-cheek yet feeling so embarrassed. But then it wouldn't mean anything though, based on the fact that he didn't really mean it or because she couldn't imagine how hurt it is to be a girlfriend of a guy who, roughly speaking, was doing some kind of flirting with (an)other god's creature, one of the illustrations, herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, he already got a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Case closed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Couple of days ago I had an afternoon conversation with a friend named &lt;a href="http://amaliahapsari.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lia&lt;/a&gt;. And as the other typical girls living on earth, it's always nice to talk about relationships, feelings, or sensibility. Everything that are practically not about your story, but you just experience that you can adjust that into yours. We always find it interesting on things brilliantly touch the smallest part of our own huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a nutshell she said that's normal if sometimes we simply feel bored with our partner and decide to have an interlude. So when the day comes, jusat have an interlude too for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a while I couldn't agree since she was talking while driving, when all the things she said was worth of half-trusted because the rest of her 50% were left on the street. But who would place a tendency of impossible outcome on the multi-tasking probability of a girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;H&lt;sub&gt;0&lt;/sub&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;μ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &amp;lt; 0.05 (Lia does not really mean of what she said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;H&lt;sub&gt;1&lt;/sub&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;μ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &amp;gt;= 0.05 (Lia does really mean of what she said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What to test?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was questioning her a lot, few times all those rebuffs in my head seeking to get out through a number of why(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then I couldn't find what to reject, since the rejection region was not clearly defined, or in the other words, failed to plan a test, which means, brought thinking to an halt. That's a pre-assumption of life's choice before a destiny happens to come (t), we'll fail when we decide to stop trying (thinking). Otherwise a failure may be called as a destiny when we talk about it after what would have happened to life (t+1).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flashing back to the topic; and then I thought maybe I was just too naive hence I couldn't accept what she said immediately. Too much drowned by hundreds of pages of Nicholas Sparks's books. Imagining that Landon Carter, Alex Wheatley, and Paul Flanner are the real human beings and not only as characters. Dreaming of a true allegiance between Noah and Allie does really exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Mr. Sparks, why were you so damn trustworthy? Or maybe I have to turn the question; why I was so dumb and so easy to be fooled by your lovely paraphrases?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2115721968598590838?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2115721968598590838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2115721968598590838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2115721968598590838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2115721968598590838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothings-100-fidelity-mayang.html' title='Nothing’s 100% Fidelity, Mayang!'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2543027665953059163</id><published>2011-11-26T02:17:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T02:40:34.066+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><title type='text'>To Draw What's On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOyacd77AFo/Ts_qF_MkOTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JD9mijCjJfA/s1600/Le%2BMoulin%2Ba%2BPoivre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOyacd77AFo/Ts_qF_MkOTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JD9mijCjJfA/s320/Le%2BMoulin%2Ba%2BPoivre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679015043721869618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Street Scene in Montmartre: Le Moulin de Poivre (van Gogh, 1887)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 58.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2543027665953059163?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2543027665953059163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2543027665953059163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2543027665953059163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2543027665953059163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-draw-whats-on.html' title='To Draw What&apos;s On'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOyacd77AFo/Ts_qF_MkOTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JD9mijCjJfA/s72-c/Le%2BMoulin%2Ba%2BPoivre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5257357781081502946</id><published>2011-11-16T07:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:51:02.600+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>That Would Be A Good Title</title><content type='html'>Celine:&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Memory is a wonderful thing, if you don't have to, uh, deal with the past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Memory is a wonderful thing, if you don't have to deal with the past." Can I put that on a bumper sticker?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Before Sunset, 2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5257357781081502946?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5257357781081502946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5257357781081502946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5257357781081502946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5257357781081502946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-would-be-good-title.html' title='That Would Be A Good Title'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7091162785159462104</id><published>2011-11-09T07:52:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:02:57.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Holding Constant Our Own Value Judgement</title><content type='html'>So the World Development Report 2012 is out! We can download it for free &lt;a href="http://siteresources.worldbank.org/INTWDR2012/Resources/7778105-1299699968583/7786210-1315936222006/Complete-Report.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite its holding issue and I know that changes remain possible in every part of our life, I'm just thrilled as it lends a hand on me to keep in faith at least. Coincidence? Pretty much. Every so often a coincidence comes up when we play around only to that vicinity, right? So it may be not that "real coincidence". But further question is, is that wrong? To jump over &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; to the freshwater rather than the saltwater lake in finding a trout. Though we aimed not to find a huge seatrout after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have to put aside all my previous judgements on this required completion of study. So please guide me to play in a positive check, not a normative one. For months or years ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I just had a talk with a friend. We agreed to be disagreed and we didn't insist to joint when it just didn't have to because actually it was mutual in sharing and that went without saying. It was all about tolerance and we chatted about that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tolerance. How do we handle with that? Is this the thing that we need or is this a normative side of our behavior? At times I think, is there any impact of one's behavior to another one's behavior? I mean (to give a context), do surroundings widely determine on how we act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genuinely I am fascinated by the work of permisiveness; how could a smoker befriend with the one who don't smoke at all? How a drinker may sit and sip a glass of white Russian in front of the one who drink a mock of cocktail. How about the drug users, do they leave a friend who doesn't do any drugs behind? Do they stop talking with a friend who refuses their invitation to go clubbing at places somewhere over the city lights? Do we start to avoid an atheist? Do we laugh at people's faces when we hear they simply want to do a pray of any given religion that they keep in heart? Do we leave a space to people who (un)decide a marriage or an affair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we provoke others to dislike people who don't walk in the same pathway of mind or people who don't stand in the same circle with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is all about tolerance. Empathy, acceptance, understanding, or any sensible term we want to include. And again, it's in different context if we wish for locating our own value judgement inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an apology of having too much questions. Sorry for being a bit neurotic at this time, unless that there's always time-inconsistency (when we put a matter of time in such variable) but it's been so often for me to throw many question marks and become a little bit annoying to ask for longer when I can't meet the expense of any statement. Hence never stop asking, there's no such a sure thing and I just thought that we're living in an indefinite world, aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7091162785159462104?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7091162785159462104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7091162785159462104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7091162785159462104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7091162785159462104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/11/glimpse-of-holding-constant-our-own.html' title='A Glimpse of Holding Constant Our Own Value Judgement'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-1772779108060941130</id><published>2011-11-01T08:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:41:10.999+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Most Conflicts We Have Actually Based On Its Substances</title><content type='html'>Weird is, he who creates it he who blames on it. Many would deem it's stupid, but defining words requires more efforts to feel and to go beyond into chords.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're too often trapped in a conflict with fewer solutions and it has lessened its chance to be solved. Like a moderator failing to pull the final wrap-ups, the debate is based on an equivalent context that doesn't exist. Some insist from the word of "d" and "e", some try to identify "fi" and "nit", and some how to unlock the suffix of "ion". How could the conflict's solution fail when the debate is so beautifully orchestrated from each perspective? It may because they have gone too far from an endeavor to define the "definition" itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow there's innocence within a stupidity, and there's political aspect inside a weirdness. We can't afford to pay attention on these both and to compare them each other since they are derived from a different context. We can actually, but it's just better not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-1772779108060941130?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/1772779108060941130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=1772779108060941130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1772779108060941130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1772779108060941130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/11/most-conflicts-we-have-actually-based_01.html' title='Most Conflicts We Have Actually Based On Its Substances'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-73247704099774966</id><published>2011-10-23T22:20:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:22:01.509+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Story of A Naïve Utopian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Prf5t6bnAc/TqQ5hvf6D9I/AAAAAAAAAos/UHqFsdtdqaQ/s1600/lrg-133-everingham_-_safehaven.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Prf5t6bnAc/TqQ5hvf6D9I/AAAAAAAAAos/UHqFsdtdqaQ/s320/lrg-133-everingham_-_safehaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666717482987687890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Safe Haven, Scott Everingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She once imagined this world actually consists of good people, that all those issues in such headlines are just a somerset play-like so that they get plenty of things to do and to cope those life's strange phenomenons and bizarre creatures--keeping them busy all day long whilst avoiding them being paid in an idleness. Dreams that are noteworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-73247704099774966?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/73247704099774966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=73247704099774966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/73247704099774966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/73247704099774966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-naive-utopian.html' title='Story of A Naïve Utopian'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Prf5t6bnAc/TqQ5hvf6D9I/AAAAAAAAAos/UHqFsdtdqaQ/s72-c/lrg-133-everingham_-_safehaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4704090666391649807</id><published>2011-09-18T07:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:47:47.105+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Capital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Yes, Sir. I Do Still Have So Much To Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2011/09/17/should-jakarta-be-a-closed-city.html"&gt;An article from my professor&lt;/a&gt;. Never been taught by him but really would like to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4704090666391649807?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4704090666391649807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4704090666391649807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4704090666391649807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4704090666391649807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-sir-i-still-have-so-much-to-learn.html' title='Yes, Sir. I Do Still Have So Much To Learn'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7740368266516939597</id><published>2011-09-15T18:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:46:55.190+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Mona Lisa Smirk</title><content type='html'>Last month, The Economist put a forlorn issue on its headline. After a concern on previous rating downgrade, they stopped for a while to such trend in the eastern part of the world before they continued the journey to a matter of current job plan today. A sec stop in an issue of love despair among Asians vis-a-vis the falling of marriage rates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something reacted in my face was nothing but a smile when I read &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/node/21526350"&gt;the article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could imagine a Cruella in me, of looking at her innocent Dalmatians skin, being peeled off softly, or in the other head, how this anti-marriage activist, staring at something going on the earth, which most of them, working properly as her plan, particularly related to what she have campaigned for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't always get so hard to the dark side. (Lemme have a moment for an excuse) I smiled simply because of the issue, it's nice to see how the world pays attention to your mind, an appearance of chemistry between these both that leads you to the perplexity, either what's been discussed here derived from the truth happens in the world or vice versa. It's the time that decides but the shorter thing is they are harmonized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However there are some parts of the article, notwithstanding its fundamental argument, but essentially left disharmonized, probably regarding their suggestion on how to revive marriage in Asia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border:none;border-left:solid windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;margin-left:27.3pt;margin-right: 0in"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-left-alt:solid windowtext .5pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Calibri;color:black"&gt;Relaxing divorce laws might, paradoxically, boost marriage. Women who now steer clear of wedlock might be more willing to tie the knot if they know it can be untied—not just because they can get out of the marriage if it doesn’t work, but also because their freedom to leave might keep their husbands on their toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing seems a little bit nonsense or maybe two. Is it true that an ease to divorce might boost marriage, so it equals to, women reject marriage because of the tight procedures that divorce has? Sadly no, such an exhausted form of bureaucracy is not a big deal for women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second one is what about the reversion effect of women's freedom to leave? It is said that the freedom might keep their husband at home, no? A thousand times yes if the husband covered by a fear of women's freedom, but a million times no if it makes the husband blissfully freer from home. I have so much to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Further recommendation: &lt;a href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2011/09/12/why-divorce-indonesia-increasing.html"&gt;Why is divorce in Indonesia increasing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7740368266516939597?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7740368266516939597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7740368266516939597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7740368266516939597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7740368266516939597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/09/mona-lisa-smirk_15.html' title='Mona Lisa Smirk'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5655180523482977248</id><published>2011-09-12T23:22:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:38:21.270+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Katherine Ann Watson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://celebrityquips.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/julia_monalisa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 392px;" src="http://celebrityquips.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/julia_monalisa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Pretty Woman had brought her name high, how I love her character most here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:4.5pt"&gt;---Wellesley College, 1950s---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-left:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-left-alt:solid windowtext .5pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;margin-left: .25in;margin-right:0in"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-left-alt:solid windowtext .5pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black; background:white;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none; text-underline:none"&gt;Katherine Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Since your wedding, you've missed six classes, a paper and your midterm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black;background:white;mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black;background:white;mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Betty Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: I was on my honeymoon and then I had to set up house. What does she expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Katherine Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0329481/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Connie Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: [timidly] Most of the faculty turn their heads when the married students miss a class or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Katherine Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Well then why not get married as freshman? That way you could graduate without actually ever stepping foot on campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Betty Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Don't disregard our traditions just because you're subversive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Katherine Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Don't disrespect this class just because you're married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Betty Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Don't disrespect me just because you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Katherine Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Come to class, do the work, or I'll fail you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Betty Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: If you fail me, there will be consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Katherine Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Are you threatening me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Betty Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: I'm educating you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Katherine Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: That's *my* job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mona Lisa Smile, 2003).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5655180523482977248?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5655180523482977248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5655180523482977248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5655180523482977248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5655180523482977248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/09/katherine-ann-watson.html' title='Katherine Ann Watson'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-1407020556837224385</id><published>2011-09-09T04:32:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:13:30.222+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Capital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Third Article!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2011/09/03/against-current-norm-moving-jakarta.html"&gt;Against the Current Norm: Moving to Jakarta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="info" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Jakarta Post  |  Sat, 09/03/2011 3:00 PM  |  Opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="info" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;The return of about 7 million holiday makers to Jakarta will be followed by a surge in the number of new migrants. Post-Idul Fitri 2010, around 60,000 new migrants came to Jakarta, down from 69,554 in 2009, the reduction due to firm action by the city administration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Alongside Operasi Yustisi Kependudukan (OYK), a program of identity-card checks during the post-Idul Fitri period, the Jakarta government has also appealed to people to reconsider moving to the city. This is particularly aimed at low-skilled people, most of the city ads are designed to warn them that finding jobs in Jakarta is not as easy as it may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Jakarta requires people to have skills and restricts those who are considered low-skilled. But if everyone has the right to move and seek a better living, then why should coming to Jakarta be banned? One possible answer is that the Jakarta government is trying to reduce the myriad of social problems resulting from overpopulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;The city has a plan to limit its population to only 12 million by 2030. Statistics show that in 2010, the registered population numbered 8.52 million, whilst the latest national census put Jakarta’s actual population at 9.59 million. The annual growth of 1.4 percent per year is mostly caused by migration rather than natural growth. Assuming that growth is stable each year, the city’s bid to limit the population to only 12 million in 2030 will be unachievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;This reality has forced the local government to seriously control the population through family planning programs, ID card checks and a policy of transmigration. From 2005 to 2010, Jakarta relocated 2,163 people, or 542 households, to North Sumatera, Bengkulu, South Kalimantan and Southeast Sulawesi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Quite apart from the current corruption case plaguing the Manpower and Transmigration Ministry regarding alleged bribery in the Manokwari resettlement project in West Papua, transmigration programs have resulted in many problems mainly due to poor conditions in the settlement areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;The worst example was in the 1970s when migrant settlers, mainly young farmers from Java, were forced to move to Kalimantan, but this island’s soil is mainly peat moss which is not suitable for rice farming. The transmigration program only succeeded in moving poverty from one place to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;The program has also led to some dreadful disputes and ethnic conflicts between migrants and indigenous citizens that often derived from socioeconomic tensions. In the past the policy was seen as “Javanization” or“Islamization”, but this perception has lessened with increased decentralization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Is it still appropriate for Indonesia to continue this program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Rapid urbanization and the pursuit of better living standards mean that for many people, lacking full information, Jakarta is the only place that can provide them with what they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Better infrastructure, for example the development of mass rapid transportation and toll-roads, certainly leads to improvements in economic and social activity but it may result in an urban development trap and could backfire on Jakarta in the long run. As such the development is tantamount to a pull factor for more people to come rather than encouraging people to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Many suggest that leaving Jakarta requires some form of incentive. The principle that people respond to incentives is human nature. Thus creating incentives in other places is much more rational than forcing people to move from Jakarta, unless authoritarian rule is to be restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Rather than putting a metaphorical gun to people’s heads, focusing on developing an attractive economic climate in sparsely populated, marginal areas of Indonesia would be a better solution to this tangled web of problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Focusing on this regional development will not only lead to qualified people moving voluntarily from Jakarta but also to the empowerment of local citizens in these areas. The paradigm of transmigration must be shifted from forcing the poor to move to attracting educated people to migrate voluntarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Most graduates of major universities in Indonesia intend to work in Jakarta and aspiring entrepreneurs will wish to do the same since the city still provides the largest market. The choice of where to locate therefore becomes a self fulfilling prophecy about finding the best career prospects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;The government cannot rely solely on the benevolent actions of philanthropy to fill the gap between Jakarta and the rest of the country. It needs to create other economic activity centers away from Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;If diverse economic centers do come to pass, it will be amusing to imagine our children going against the current norm by making annual visits to their parents in Jakarta every time Idul Fitri comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The writer is a School of Economics student at the University of Indonesia, Depok, West Java.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-1407020556837224385?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/1407020556837224385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=1407020556837224385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1407020556837224385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1407020556837224385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/09/third-article.html' title='Third Article!'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4794068574008442831</id><published>2011-08-29T18:50:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:25:47.605+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Status FB nya Mas Bemby, lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bemby Gusti,&lt;/span&gt; 4 August 2011 at 12:39 via Mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anak bisa Bahasa Inggris tapi ga bisa Bahasa Indonesia kok dibilang/dipikirnya "Pinter??!!... Orang Idiot di Inggris juga ngomongnya Bahasa Inggris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4794068574008442831?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4794068574008442831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4794068574008442831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4794068574008442831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4794068574008442831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/08/meaningful-facebook-status.html' title='Status FB nya Mas Bemby, lol'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7956505543673983040</id><published>2011-08-18T00:50:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:08:18.583+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Couldn't Think What's the Title That Fits In</title><content type='html'>Do you know that as the husband and wife grow older, they lose their ability to hear each other? So what’s the point of marriage? If I may assume that what’s the point of marriage if you know that someday you will lose your ability to hear each other, then it won’t be different with what’s the point of living a life if you know that in the long run we’re all dead? Damn you marriage, damn you. And what a poor you are, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to act like a fucking wise person on blaming me cause am cursing this-oh-holy-life. Human got’s to have a sin and we’re only just a human, bloody ass. Let it becomes my own sacred problem with this fucking god. Is it a sin, of having no ‘g’ capital letter in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion of sex, oh poor you are people who is making a marriage just for the sake of satisfying your freaking biological needs and your pride on achieving the most handsome, beautiful, richest, and glorious person in your own little width of life, or your oh-beautiful vested interest to hold god’s hand by having a heavenly veiled wife or maybe a signed forehead guy with a hanging pants. Or maybe a girl with a cross over her neck and a guy who has his Buddha or Gandhi books below his sheets. Do you feel such a heaven on that—uh? Congratulations if it is yes, beers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you realized that satisfaction has its depreciation? That even the utility of your spouse—in doing sex—eventually will be degraded, and not so respectively similar with your passion which always sues you to have it more and more. How long you’ve been trying, to connect a dilemma between a monotonicity and a non-monotonicity? Hard, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll raise my hand when someone asks who the person is over the earth having a difficulty to trust people especially regarding his faithfulness. Even when it comes to my friend’s case, there’s always my sincere pray deep down beyond every suggestion to them. There’s always my sincere pray deep down beyond my excitement on having a merry atmosphere and nice food in every wedding invitation I’ve attended. I’d blow my pray to them. And you may pray for me, a poor me, of being a skeptic on any fucking such a hell commitment matters in a relationship. But we may fall in love without being pro to the marriage, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me on having question marks too much in each paragraph. It’s just an effort from me to ensure that you’ve been trapped for so long in a labyrinth full of questions. That you’ve been considering before turning left, right, straight up, or step down. That you’ve been thinking before doing. I wanted to say that you’ve been researching before deciding a marriage, but it has been remained implicit honestly. Obviously just made it appears in an explicit way. Oh—forgive me, of having a lot of sorrows and mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This express is my own. Feel free to be agreed or not. But in the end, you can’t be such an egoist long after you have a family. Making your children as the reason behind your deep efforts to keep yourself in that marriage while you feel uncomfortable, that’s just fucking hurt for that children. And leaving your children outta there, letting them become beggars in certain traffic lights on the street, that’s also a form of creating slavery over your fucking passion of getting, marrying, and having an allowed and a routined sex with your past achievement, your ‘old desired girlfriend/boyfriend’. So go and get the answer of your questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7956505543673983040?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7956505543673983040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7956505543673983040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7956505543673983040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7956505543673983040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/08/couldnt-think-whats-title-that-fits-in.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Think What&apos;s the Title That Fits In'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3663431817106323758</id><published>2011-06-24T22:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:26:13.283+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><title type='text'>Anyone Want to Buy Me This? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ33WTHqI0Y/TgSvn2zIpPI/AAAAAAAAAno/76Q1KxN_zFE/s1600/Branko%2BMilanovic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ33WTHqI0Y/TgSvn2zIpPI/AAAAAAAAAno/76Q1KxN_zFE/s320/Branko%2BMilanovic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621811334124971250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Milanovic defies the typical image of an economist by presenting research overlaid with humor, literary insights, and fully imagined portraits of daily life as he examines inequality across time and continents. He weighs the wealth divide between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice as well as Anna Karenina’s financial prospects had she married Vronsky. He ponders John Rawls, Alexis de Tocqueville, Karl Marx, Max Weber, and others to explore theories regarding the rich and the poor. Using complicated economic models that he explains very well, Milanovic breaks down incomes to make comparisons between the haves and the have-nots within nations, between nations, and among citizens of the world. He offers vignettes that make his concepts all the more accessible and entertaining as he explains the errors of Marxism and why a person’s relative wealth is determined more by their country of origin than by their family’s wealth. Milanovic writes as much like a philosopher as an economist as he ponders the growing trend of inequality in income around the world and answers questions many readers likely ask themselves about their economic prospects.&lt;/span&gt; (Vanessa Bush)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3663431817106323758?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3663431817106323758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3663431817106323758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3663431817106323758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3663431817106323758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/06/anyone-want-to-buy-me-this.html' title='Anyone Want to Buy Me This? :)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ33WTHqI0Y/TgSvn2zIpPI/AAAAAAAAAno/76Q1KxN_zFE/s72-c/Branko%2BMilanovic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2572460666943776034</id><published>2011-06-21T06:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:26:46.577+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Comparative Advantage Analysis: Marriage of a Man and a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When the trade goes into the things that are considered as taboo, yet they are essential for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should know upfront. That I put a word “man” in the first order does not indicate that it is more respectful than the other one. It is only because “m” letter appears earlier than “w” in the alphabet order. It is such an unnecessary explanation indeed, just in case if there is a feminist or masculine (I could not find the exact antonym for feminist, could you?) minds this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This writing analyzes the form of comparative advantage in the case of a married man or woman. Sperm and ovum play their respective roles as its terms of trade. Furthermore, we use reproduction cells as the man’s and woman’s resources. As we are pursuing to considering whether the comparative advantage is still valid to create gains from trade in the form of a marriage, though we confine our analysis until the equilibrium of this marriage market. It is not because we could not find the answer, but it requires more assumptions and appropriate condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will start from the definition of comparative advantage itself. Based on the Ricardian Model in Krugman (2009), a country has a comparative advantage in producing a good if the opportunity cost of producing that good is lower in the country than it is in other countries. For those who are not familiar with the opportunity cost, this is a cost of not being able to produce something else because resources have already been used. So, a country with a comparative advantage in producing a good uses its resources most efficiently when it produces that goods compared to producing other goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the US has a comparative advantage in spare parts production since it uses its resources more efficiently in producing spare parts compared to other uses. In contrast, Indonesia has a comparative advantage in textile production since it uses its resources more efficiently in producing textiles compared to other uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are trying to orchestrate this theory into the case of marriage, then we should formalize these ideas by constructing a slightly more complex model using the following simplifying assumptions:&lt;br /&gt;1. There are only two admitted sex types; man and woman. This is not a kind of discrimination or I undermine the rights for people to consider which type of sex that fit for themselves, but it means to make it simpler&lt;br /&gt;2. If the two countries in the theory are domestic (Indonesia) and foreign (the US), then “countries” regarding this case are man and woman&lt;br /&gt;3. As only two goods which are textiles (Indonesia) and spare parts (the US) that important for production and consumption, in this case, man will have sperm as his product and woman will have ovum as her product&lt;br /&gt;4. If labor services needed for Indonesia and the US to produce textiles and spare parts, then reproduction cells are the only resource important for the production of sperm and ovum&lt;br /&gt;5. Reproduction cells productivity varies across sex types, usually due to differences in food substances, but the productivity and its supply in each country is constant across time&lt;br /&gt;6. A marriage only happens between the different sex types. It is not a kind of discrimination or I undermine the rights for bi-sexes, lesbians, gays, or you name it. But rather because this is a “common type” of marriage and as we know that the assumption is needed just for the sake of making it easier to be analyzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there are no other issues about the economics of marriage that I have learned unless the one from Becker (1973), then I am using his theory of marriage (part 1) to support this theoretical analysis. In his paper, Becker stressed that there are two basic assumptions; each person tries to do as well as possible and that the “marriage market” is in equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I may assume that the sentence of “each person tries to do as well as possible” as a characteristic of this trade that man tries to sell his produced sperms to woman and woman tries to sell his ovum to man as well as possible, then the “marriage market” is in equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, comparative advantage theory has its confusion. The trade (marriage) will only be beneficial if the man and woman quite productive in facing the competitiveness of trade. The benefit of competitiveness from trade does not only depend on the relative productivity to foreign, but also to the price of domestic production factor function (price of reproduction cells) relatively to the price of foreign production factor function. It means that the reproduction cells of man and woman should be able to guarantee that they may produce the healthy sperm and ovum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is that the competitiveness is not tantamount and creating disadvantage to either man or woman if the trade happens only based on the low price of reproduction cells. It means that the domestic industry should not be fooled by the foreign industry, or we used to avoid the appearance of violence against the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one is that there is an unequal trade in a marriage. Once, either each man or woman may exploit their reproduction cells in excessively producing either each sperm or ovum. And it may lead to the hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, the comparative advantage does create gains from trade but the gain to a man and woman from marrying (doing the trade) compared to remaining single (keeping it autarky) is shown to depend positively on other factors such as affectionate feelings, incomes, human capital, and relative difference in their reproduction cells to produce the healthy sperm and ovum. Or in other words, marriage is not as easy as returning another palm side if you want to benefit each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another conclusion is, since this is only a theoretical analysis (not empirical), so the tendency to be proven wrong remains possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2572460666943776034?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2572460666943776034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2572460666943776034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2572460666943776034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2572460666943776034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/06/comparative-advantage-analysis-case.html' title='Comparative Advantage Analysis: Marriage of a Man and a Woman'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4369115322119107085</id><published>2011-05-05T19:48:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:28:49.186+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Marriage &amp; Gain From Trade</title><content type='html'>I am always wanting and waiting for this kind of moment run through within my family. At the almost twenty nine years of my parents’ building of a family, it-will-happen, soon. Strange at first but I do not want to be too neurotic for this. I now believe that every one has their own judgment about what they have considered as their best choice of their life, as long as it is combined by the assumption that everyone’s freedom is restricted to the other’s freedom. So, I choose to tolerate it rather than arguing it and subsequently lose control. As Malthus ever said, that food is necessary to the existence of a man and that the passion between the sexes is necessary. But if I have a chance to imagine that Malthus is still alive today, I would very love to convey my thought to him that no wonder that a man always uses passion between the sexes as “the necessity of their food”. I repeat and boldly underline once again; a man. And I wish that he would not be offended, considering that he was a person trapped inside man's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, for me, is a terminology for every love birds who considered themselves in a well-prepared condition for having a further commitment. Yes, further commitment, and it sounds creepy. It is like a decision to freer the trade or to keep it autarky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y = C + I + G, or&lt;br /&gt;Y = C + I + G + (X – M)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference of autarky and free trade appears in the value of (X – M). The value of (X – M) or current account indicates about how does the exchange occur within these two parties. If you contribute a lot outside, then your current account would be positive, vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a marriage of a man and a woman has the same criterion with a bilateral trade, ceteris paribus, assuming that the trade is only happened between the subjects; any trade-influence between families, friends, and relatives are not counted as well. So, a marriage of a man and a woman is like a bilateral trade in the open economy. If the trade in the open economy always creates gains from trade, the question is, is there any gains from trade in a marriage of two different kinds of sex?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4369115322119107085?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4369115322119107085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4369115322119107085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4369115322119107085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4369115322119107085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/05/marriage-gain-from-trade.html' title='Marriage &amp; Gain From Trade'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-6908649293056477251</id><published>2011-04-22T08:37:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:48:50.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Capital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Why Do We Have to Go to Town?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Berdansa, senja semakin gila&lt;br /&gt;Setiap orang, ingin tinggal di kota~&lt;br /&gt;Cari mencari, mengumpulkan rejeki&lt;br /&gt;Begitu banyak, untuk sesuap nasi~&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(“Senja Menggila”, performed by White Shoes And The Couples Company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I and few of my friends helped our faculty to conduct a seminar event by being a Liaison Officer team. We were divided based on our each job desk. When the event started, I was told to be a MOU and gift deliverer between the faculty and the institution that had a partnership with the faculty. What I want to address here is not about the event and my job desk, but it is simply about a small part of a conversation that happened during the event between me and a soundman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I was told to stand by from the right side of backstage. When the preparation started, I decided to get into the backstage and thus together with a soundman who already prepared inside. I guessed that he was a soundman from a rental sound system studio who had a duty to supervise the work of microphone at that time. My guess was right after he told me that he had to supervise the microphone during the event. Due to the small space and the cool temperature that we had in the backstage, sometimes we had a conversation and he started with a conventional phrase of question by asking me about my ethnic. I said that I am inherited by Sundanese, Javanese, and Malay ethnics. Of all the sudden time, his mimic was looked very confused. It may be cause of his thought that I have no clear descent. Then I tried to politely explain that my mother is a Sundanese, my father is a Javanese, and I was born in Pontianak where I grew up in a Malay people environment there. So, I concluded and told him “campur-campur” (a kind of mixture ethnics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I heard he spoke, I realized that he might not come from Java region. So I returned to ask the same conventional question to him about his ethnic. He answered that he came from Jakarta, West Jakarta at a precise. By hearing his accent, I did not believe him and I thought that he lied to me so I made sure and told him that his accent was a very bold of Sumatra’s accent. And this was completely right after he finally admitted that he has Batak as his ethnic and he just moved out from Medan since four months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting more curious after his lying and asked him why he decided to move to Jakarta from Medan without a blaming sound. He answered innocently that he wanted to live better by looking for job in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was conducted in Bahasa actually)&lt;br /&gt;“Were you had no opportunity in Medan?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, I had a job before, as a factory labor in a mining company there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really? As I heard, Medan is an important city in Sumatera and it has a better economy than the other cities in Indonesia due to the support of its mining and plantation outputs. So, you might be a good merit of its economic contribution there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hahaha I wished so. But yea, I was graduated from plantation school there. Then my destiny led me to the mining sector, so I decided to move to Jakarta.”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you working in plantation sector right now in Jakarta?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, as you can see that I am working for a sound system studio now. It is very different from what I expected to.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, you are so true. I was just thinking that there is no plantation area in Jakarta, unless the ones outside, maybe it is inside West Java area. Do you know Bogor, Lembang, and Cianjur?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, I know Bogor and Cianjur but not with Lembang. Where is it?”&lt;br /&gt;“That is in the north of Bandung. You should go there one day, they have lots of beautiful plantation.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right now, I do not want to work in plantation area, they have no prospect.”&lt;br /&gt;“I did not suggest you to work in plantation area, I have no right. I am just saying that maybe you can go to a vacation there, they have a beautiful view. Anyway, sometimes I wanted to have a plantation and a farm you know, I think they are awesome. That is why, I am in an addiction right now to play a computer game haha. The name of its game is Harvest Moon, it is an old game since I was in elementary but I started to play again right now. The goal of the game is you have to run a plantation area until it has a 100 percent of utilization; farming, breeding, mining, and also socializing with people surrounding the area.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hahaha, is it a distraction of Jakarta’s condition?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, you are right, a little bit of distraction! Anyway, was it your decision to move here or were there any forces from your parents and family?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, it was my own decision, there were no forces from my family. I am an oldest son, so I have to be independent.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah ya I see, but I was just thinking that Batak has its matriarchy tradition.”&lt;br /&gt;“What is that?”&lt;br /&gt;“That the burden is in the daughter’s hand. A reverse of Minang tradition, that every son has to be responsible to the family’s burden. No wonder that there is a term about “anak rantau” for Minang culture.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh ya, I understand.”&lt;br /&gt;“Anyway, when you decided to move to Jakarta, you had an acquaintance here, right?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, I was just supported by my dauntless (laughing).”&lt;br /&gt;“Really? So, where did you live after you arrived here from Medan?”&lt;br /&gt;“I lived first in my friend’s house. Then I started to look for job, it was a tough moment for me honestly. Until now I had a job and I rented a house sharing with my other friends.”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you feel better than before right now?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, I feel better, at least better than I was in Medan. I could buy things with my own salary and the important one, I could send money to my parents there every month.”&lt;br /&gt;“It is very noble indeed! Have you ever thought that one day you will come back to Medan?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, I wanted to but not now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of the conversation because I had to do my job desk at that time. But at one time, I suddenly remembered about a discussion in my first Regional Economics lecture few months ago. The discussion was addressed by my lecturer and the big question is “Why do we choose Regional Economics class?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal of the discussion was only to guide my lecturer so that he could provide what we expected to about the class. This was a simple moment but I found a deep meaning inside. It was started by my friend, Puji Lestari Anugerah, a clever and a low-profile student of Economics. She came from one region in West Java, named Garut. She is a Sundanese with a bold accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After introducing our name and concentration, we were ought to answer that big question one by one. Every student had their turns and then there was a time for Uji—her nickname, to answer the question. My heart was trembling when I heard her spontaneous answer. It sounded idealistic actually but looking after dozens of answer from each student in the class which mostly classic, her answer was an inspiring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, Puji. What took you to this class?”&lt;br /&gt;“I choose this class because I wanted to come back to Garut, work there, and develop its resources.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-6908649293056477251?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/6908649293056477251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=6908649293056477251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6908649293056477251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6908649293056477251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-do-we-have-to-go-to-town.html' title='Why Do We Have to Go to Town?'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-6246991155199102735</id><published>2011-04-10T02:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:39:21.731+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Float'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imogen Heap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Four Consecutive Years: God Is Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxn5GW6s7VA/TaC7XUT5eXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/gZpu7sLqFew/s1600/Switchfoot%2B%2528Jakarta%252C%2B2008%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pH9hMbkVG0Y/TaC8GhM0xpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Hoj82y7hfNM/s320/Imogen%2BHeap%2B%2528Jakarta%252C%2B2010%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593677557371553426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJgK-xtFmGI/TaC80xV6gBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/iNr_XJKoR50/s1600/Float%2B%2528Jakarta%252C%2B2011%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJgK-xtFmGI/TaC80xV6gBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/iNr_XJKoR50/s320/Float%2B%2528Jakarta%252C%2B2011%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593678351978627090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-6246991155199102735?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/6246991155199102735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=6246991155199102735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6246991155199102735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6246991155199102735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/04/four-consecutive-years-god-is-good.html' title='Four Consecutive Years: God Is Good!'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxn5GW6s7VA/TaC7XUT5eXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/gZpu7sLqFew/s72-c/Switchfoot%2B%2528Jakarta%252C%2B2008%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-540811996411164157</id><published>2011-03-21T20:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:49:06.906+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>A Carbide Side</title><content type='html'>My lecturer once said that young people who considered themselves as idealists will turn to be realistic as they reach the age of 25. Is it true, or is it only his life experience that made him became wiser at his age? The certain thing is, I met a lot of these kind stereotyped men and women. They are no longer young and they talk the same. No wonder, I see people at twenties are the pathetic ones. It is no hard feeling for you who are not, maybe you are twenties but your mind is not, or you are not twenties and your mind is not? For a second, in a moment I heard they talked the same, I wanted to disagree. But the reality of a conviction in me that every one will pass through this phase always restricts me to do that. It may be cause I am about to make this one in a few months. Sounds like some kind of paranoid? I decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many times your surroundings play an important role for you to see whether the dimension is wider or not. It is like glasses if you are myopic, they are used as a means for helping you to see further things. But at one time, as you are focusing your sight view in order to get your retina will capture the best sight of the outcome, they are restricting you. The limitation is varied, they can be formed as circle, oval, or square one, which is depend on its shape. As you can see through this shape, and you know that it is only a shape, why don’t you turn your head, seeing around, and realizing something? The opportunity is wide. Sometimes, it is not because we do not have an opportunity, but because we do not know that we do have an opportunity, and we do not know the way to know that we do have an opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-540811996411164157?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/540811996411164157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=540811996411164157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/540811996411164157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/540811996411164157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/03/carbide-side.html' title='A Carbide Side'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3395702570658170491</id><published>2011-03-13T17:42:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:30:39.568+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>He Who Rules Information Who Rules the World</title><content type='html'>Celine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hate that the media, you know, they are trying to control our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The media?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, the media. You know it‘s very subtle, but you know, it‘s a new form of fascism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before Sunrise, 1995)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3395702570658170491?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3395702570658170491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3395702570658170491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3395702570658170491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3395702570658170491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-very-subtle.html' title='He Who Rules Information Who Rules the World'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7606212583966178351</id><published>2010-12-31T07:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:31:17.246+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>There is only a phrase for 2010, "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faust"&gt;Faust&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midas"&gt;Midas&lt;/a&gt;". And it describes all the things that happened to me within the whole of this year while it may be interpreted into many things. This blog would never enough, even to concise it all. No need to hesitate that I feel so grateful after all and now let the April showers bring May flowers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7606212583966178351?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7606212583966178351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7606212583966178351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7606212583966178351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7606212583966178351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-325176825524380408</id><published>2010-11-28T12:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:49:26.759+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dara Meliza says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyeee jam 3 deh di 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayango says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asikkkkkk, oke yah Genk Bantet kita ketemu di 28 jam 3 cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karima says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Gue seneng deh may kalo bareng anak 28&lt;br /&gt;Size nya sama semuaa&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;Kalo sama ui an kebanting banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dara Meliza says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-325176825524380408?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/325176825524380408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=325176825524380408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/325176825524380408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/325176825524380408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-1406290972732534597</id><published>2010-10-24T20:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:32:58.882+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Even Julia Bought Lennon His First Guitar (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.keno.org/lennon_images/john_mum.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 505px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.keno.org/lennon_images/john_mum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to the children.”&lt;/span&gt; (Elaine Heffner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a time when you are forced to press the backward button on your life tapes. Then, there’s a time when this growing emphasis leads us to turn back into the latest remembrance of your childhood time, and when you already felt that it was the longest-time-ago of your memorial incidence that you ever really tried to remember about, a figuring sketch in my mind is always about the time when me and her went to the branch of Indonesia Red Cross in one city where I was born and grew up there, and found myself was injected by a needle around my middle finger. I forgot in what age it was but taken by the result, it was determined that we both had the same blood type despite of the other family members. That was the first time that I knew the word of similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, if you could give me a question about whom I stay on this until today is for, I will nail the answer that it is for her. Yes, someone who I may not talk in harsh manner with when the fight starts because if I do, it will only be broken to the pieces but never get the problem solved. Regrettably, I often do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one whose face will never be agreed to be as same as mine by people. The most recognizable thing that she differentiates to me is her perseverance and it’s valid for the other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our teen years, I am fat and she was thin. She was a desired girl and I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who asked me to teach herself “how to get well understood in using a cellular phone in one week” and potentially made me mad just because she could not implement what I’ve taught correctly about sending a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who walked one kilometer left behind me in the Singapore roads just because I could not slow down my speed of walk. I was mad at her only because she got fooled by the unoriginal luggage seller there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who never cook any meal when my father out of town though she prefers ordering us to buy something outside. Otherwise she will get the cooking time started at 5 PM just because my father will arrive at 9.30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one whose fried noodle will be finished by me in case she feels full at that time or considering by the level of her blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ever came to my room, hugged me, and cried on me while she told me that she miss one of her daughters out there at that time. Guess what I did, I was mad at her because she didn’t deserve to get acted like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what, suddenly I feel like there's a Korean guy side in me who cannot show the harmony of affection to the one he loves, it’s pretty ashamed feeling anyway. It’s being proved that there are three words of “mad” in all these paragraphs so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the one who accidentally knew about my preparation of getting India’s school in case of the phone call for the test and interview rang when I was not at home, I didn’t have a plan to tell anybody though until I was really sure, so I told her to keep quiet and she told me that she was sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One message that simply trembled in the presence of the day when my brother left home to study abroad was “don’t forget to turn off the gas stove because she often forgets to do it”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, when she accompanied me to return the concert ticket, there was an immense shocking statement that made me kept in the fidgetiness. After our three hours of confronting the rush of Jakarta’s traffic jam, around two kilometers before we got arrived at home, she told me that she forgot to turn off the gas stove. No more words occurred because there was only my imagination that led me to the picture of fire burning attack at my house. I was really worried about and seek for if there were any fire fighter car back and forth on the street. Fortunately, it didn’t happen. I didn’t know whether it was only her forgetfulness because after I checked the stove, it didn’t turn on, I only heard she whispered “God saves me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that this is the one that I type with no hesitation and full of no offense. She sat in front of my boyfriend (currently ex-) and listened to him kindly about asking her to break up with me. I guess she was created to ensure me at that time and I was really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a tough woman that I ever met. Although I admire Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, Amelia Earhart, Condoleeza Rice, Jane Austen, Hillary Rodham Clinton, Gabrielle Bonheur, Hellen Keller, Anne Frank, and other inspiring women that ever lived in this world whether fiction or not but she's a truly splendid sun that I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving her is like three years worth of high school times, it fluctuates to the warm and cold situation, obstacles, fights, affection, friendship, careless and care unites into something which ended to the interdependence of relationship. She is the only one woman whom I had sent a text message ended with “I love you” and I proudly announce that she is my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/04/even-julia-bought-lennon-his-first.html"&gt;Re-post from this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-1406290972732534597?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/1406290972732534597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=1406290972732534597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1406290972732534597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1406290972732534597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/10/even-julia-bought-lennon-his-first.html' title='Even Julia Bought Lennon His First Guitar (2)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-819473354898422229</id><published>2010-09-17T19:04:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:49:47.351+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Amateur's Captures Inside the Beautiful Türkiye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNm5KPIDgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SIrPiGewACg/s1600/P7317292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNjVkoWFbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WjrQzQ7GyjY/s400/P7317265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517863190720288178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNfnhUr3YI/AAAAAAAAAlk/zqCw94IrYc8/s1600/P8067448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNfnhUr3YI/AAAAAAAAAlk/zqCw94IrYc8/s400/P8067448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517859101023657346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNbZsBFK-I/AAAAAAAAAlE/63I2DYJN4zM/s1600/P7317278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNbZsBFK-I/AAAAAAAAAlE/63I2DYJN4zM/s400/P7317278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517854465329540066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNdV5dqSII/AAAAAAAAAlU/kGRwK1uLn8I/s1600/P8077580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNdV5dqSII/AAAAAAAAAlU/kGRwK1uLn8I/s400/P8077580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517856599242852482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-819473354898422229?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/819473354898422229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=819473354898422229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/819473354898422229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/819473354898422229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Amateur&apos;s Captures Inside the Beautiful Türkiye'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TJNm5KPIDgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SIrPiGewACg/s72-c/P7317292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3580572984739275720</id><published>2010-08-24T08:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:50:00.760+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Capital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Human Capital vs Working Capital</title><content type='html'>Let me begin with the fact from Labor Force Situation in Indonesia by Badan Pusat Statistik per February 2009, based on the total number of young people between the ages of 15-24 years old in Indonesia (each country has different point of view to define the meaning of youth), the number of labor force between those ages is 21,066,360 people. Then, based on this economically active number population, the 4,726,153 are unemployed. This number shows us that more than 51% of the unemployment in Indonesia consists of young people. According to the improvement and the use of technology in most companies today, there will be more declining occupations which are likely to happen in the future. So, the good news—we have a lot of human capital and will have it more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some rural areas, the access to study is still difficult to be reached, once they can achieve the access of it, they should face the high cost of enrolling school, and once they finally enter the school, they cannot imply what are the things that have been learned after finishing the school period. The problem of unemployment is partly attributable to the fact that education systems often offer curricula that are not related to the world of work. Big portion of students admit that most of their times are wasted in “studying” something rather than “learning” something. Thus, what is the insight of great opportunity in having a lot of human capital which are available to be absorbed if it is not followed by the high number of well-prepared young people due to the fact that they are less educated about the world of work? So, the bad news—we still have less of working capital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3580572984739275720?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3580572984739275720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3580572984739275720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3580572984739275720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3580572984739275720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/08/human-capital-vs-working-capital.html' title='Human Capital vs Working Capital'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5234553716241471050</id><published>2010-08-20T19:26:00.017+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:50:16.967+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>The Quality of Being Insistent in Claiming Each Country's Borderline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TG55-kj-efI/AAAAAAAAAkA/J3NcyKo-7o8/s1600/41255_428575927364_713602364_4751841_1179635_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TG55-kj-efI/AAAAAAAAAkA/J3NcyKo-7o8/s320/41255_428575927364_713602364_4751841_1179635_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507473510194117106" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Regional Meeting WYC 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photo Credit: Tunahan Yildiz (Turkiye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Indonesia, age of 65 is considered as a non-productive age and this number may lead you out of office and you can probably hold yourself out from the monthly expenses by your given pension money. For Indonesia, number of 65 reminds us about several events which happened 65 years ago when our founding fathers struggled in fighting the colonizer and as a country, this number reflects about a young country that we live in. For a country, this age is not a non-productive age, 65 is worth of a toddling step to an adult country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a regional meeting that gathered several young people from South East, Central, and East Asia region which held in a youth congress few weeks ago, a group of young Indonesian people considered about some problems that they already or have to confront in their country. High number of unemployment, injustice education, environment lifestyle, bureaucracy and its corruption practices, infrastructure, also gap between rural and urban were the most convincing causes in creating fences to step outside from the third world countries group name. Six months ago, the former Finance Minister, Sri Mulyani Indrawati—a Managing Director of World Bank at this moment, stated an expression to her University of Indonesia students in one lecture that we should be angry of the third world country classification. No one wants to be left as a third party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TG5892yVjMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/dWvbt95uJS4/s1600/399px-KKCity.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TG5892yVjMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/dWvbt95uJS4/s320/399px-KKCity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507476796441201858" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The view of Kota Kinabalu City from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An issue that has just came up few days ago about a conflict between Indonesia and Malaysia in claiming each country’s borderline showed us that there is still a lack of trust among the neighbor countries inside the ASEAN itself. Some people say about the low bargaining power that Indonesia has in the country’s diplomacy level only makes it getting worse. Charlene Manese, one of the youth delegates in that congress who also a staff in the house of representatives of Philippines told me that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, we also had a conflict with Malaysia though. Did you ever heard about Sabah? Philippines and Malaysia claimed this area each other.” she said openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the regime of Soekarno, Indonesia’s first president, conflict between Indonesia and Malaysia had been repeating with junctures and once led us to come out from United Nations because of the unstopping disappointment. Sipadan-Ligitan, batik, Ambalat, and traditional songs were eye witnesses of these countries’ relationship fluctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TG6C0qTT_PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_Jk7ytGRaew/s1600/image_preview.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TG6C0qTT_PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_Jk7ytGRaew/s320/image_preview.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507483235540794610" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sabah, the land below the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I thought that Malaysia deserved of it because when I went to Kinabalu, one of the cities there, they were very serious. It looked on the good treatment that they gave to Sabah itself, that city was very nice and full of good services.” said Charlene with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I have learned from the other country’s point of view in solving this kind of problem that stubbornness should be followed by the seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong for us to take care of what we trust. Moreover, this precious thing is our nation’s identity which if it is hurt, it may give a threat to the unity of Republic of Indonesia. But when we allow ourselves to give a strong persistence but not accompanied by efforts to make others believe that we deserve, it might be useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5234553716241471050?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5234553716241471050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5234553716241471050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5234553716241471050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5234553716241471050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-indonesia-age-of-65-is-considered-as.html' title='The Quality of Being Insistent in Claiming Each Country&apos;s Borderline'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/TG55-kj-efI/AAAAAAAAAkA/J3NcyKo-7o8/s72-c/41255_428575927364_713602364_4751841_1179635_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2526714876170952234</id><published>2010-05-22T06:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:37:08.238+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Siapa Orang Yang Paling Banyak Musuhnya Di Dunia Ini? Orang Baik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sri Mulyani: Saya Merasa Berhasil Dan Saya Merasa Menang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selasa, 18 Mei 2010, Jakarta mendengar speech yang begitu kuat dan mengagetkan dari Sri Mulyani Indrawati, menteri keuangan yang akan segera mengakhiri jabatannya untuk bekerja di World Bank. Banyak pertanyaan mengapa Sri Mulyani memilih pergi? Apa ada desakan? Apa dia sudah lelah? Di speech ini sedikit banyak alasan itu terungkap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih banyak kepada teman saya Ririn Radiawati, jurnalis Media Indonesia, yang mau meluangkan waktu menulis lengkap speech Sri Mulyani malam itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simak.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transkrip Menkeu di Ritz&lt;br /&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rasanya lebih berat berdiri disini daripada waktu dipanggil pansus Century. Dan saya bisa merasakan itu karena sometimes dari moral dan etikanya jelas berbeda. Dan itu yang membuat saya jarang sekali merasa grogi sekarang menjadi grogi. Saya diajari pak Marsilam untuk memanggil orang tanpa mas atau bapak, karena diangap itu adalah ekspresi egalitarian. Saya susah manggil 'Marsilam', selalu pakai 'pak', dan dia marah. Tapi untuk Rocky saya malam ini saya panggil Rocky (Rocky Gerung dari P2D) yang baik. Terimakasih atas...... (tepuk tangan)&lt;br /&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya jelas nggak berani manggil Rahmat Toleng dengan Rahmat Tolengtor, kasus. Terimakasih atas introduksi yang sangat generous. Saya sebetulnya agak keberatan diundang malam hari ini untuk dua hal. Pertama karena judulnya adalah memberi kuliah. Dan biasanya kalau memberi kuliah saya harus, paling tidak membaca textbook yang harus saya baca dulu dan kemudian berpikir keras bagaimana menjelaskan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan malam ini tidak ada kuliah di gedung atau di hotel yang begitu bagus tu biasanya kuliah kelas internasional atau spesial biasanya. Hanya untuk eksekutif yang bayar SPP nya mahal. Dan pasti neolib itu (disambut tertawa). Oleh karena itu saya revisi mungkin namanya lebih adalah ekspresi saya untuk berbicara tentang kebijakan publik dan etika publik.&lt;br /&gt;Yang kedua, meskipun tadi mas Rocky menyampaikan, eh salah lagi. Kalau tadi disebutkan mengenai ada dua laki-laki, hati kecil saya tetap saya akan mengatakan sampai hari ini saya adalah pembantu laki-laki itu (tepuk tangan). Dan malam ini saya akan sekaligus menceritakan tentang konsep etika yang saya pahami pada saat saya masih pembantu, secara etika saya tidak boleh untuk mengatakan hal yang buruk kepada siapapun yang saya bantu. Jadi saya mohon maaf kalau agak berbeda dan aspirasinya tidak sesuai dengan amanat pada hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya diminta untuk bicara tentang kebijakan publik dan etika publik. Dan itu adalah suatu topik yang barangkali merupakan suatu pergulatan harian saya, semenjak hari pertama saya bersedia untuk menerima jabatan sebagai menteri di kabinet di Republik Indonesia itu.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu penerimaan jabatan yang saya lakukan dengan penuh kesadaran, dengan segala upaya saya untuk memahami apa itu konsep jabatan publik. Pejabat negara yang pada dalam dirinya, setiap hari adalah melakukan tindakan, membuat pernyataan, membuat keputusan, yang semuanya adalah dimensinya untuk kepentingan publik.&lt;br /&gt;Disitu letak pertama dan sangat sulit bagi orang seperti saya karena saya tidak belajar, seperti anda semua, termasuk siapa tadi yang menjadi MC, tentang filosofi. Namun saya dididik oleh keluarga untuk memahami etika di dalam pemahaman seperti yang saya ketahui. Bahwa sebagai pejabat publik, hari pertama saya harus mampu untuk membuat garis antara apa yang disebut sebagai kepentingan publik dengan kepentingan pribadi saya dan keluarga, atau kelompok.&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebetulnya tidak harus menjadi muridnya Rocky Gerung di filsafat UI untuk pintar mengenai itu. Karena kita belajar selama 30 tahun dibawah rezim presiden Soeharto. Dimana begitu acak hubungan, dan acak-acakan hubungan antara kepentingan publik dan kepentingan pribadi. Dan itu merupakan modal awal saya untuk memahami konsekuensi menjadi pejabat publik yang setiap hari harus membuat kebijakan publik dengan domain saya sebagai makhluk, yang juga punya privacy atau kepentingan pribadi.&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam ranah itulah kemudian dari hari pertama dan sampai lebih dari 5 tahun saya bekerja untuk pemerintahan ini. Topik mengenai apa itu kebijakan publik dan bagaimana kita harus, dari mulai berpikir, merasakan, bersikap, dan membuat keputusan menjadi sangat penting. Tentu saya tidak perlu harus mengulangi, karena itu menyangkut, yang disebut, tujuan konstitusi, yaitu kepentingan masyarakat banyak. Yaitu mencapai kesejahteraan rakyat yang adil dan makmur.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kebijakan pubik dibuat tujuannya adalah untuk melayani masyarakat, Kebijakan publik dibuat melalui dan oleh kekuasaan. Karena dia dibuat oleh institusi publik yang eksis karena dia merupakan produk dari suatu proses politik dan dia memiliki kekuasaan untuk mengeluarkannya. Disitulah letak bersinggungan, apa yang disebut sebagai ingridient utama dari kebijakan publik, yaitu unsur kekuasaan. Dan kekuasaan itu sangat mudah menggelincirkan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kekuasaan selalu cenderung untuk corrupt. Tanpa adanya pengendalian dan sistim pengawasan, saya yakin kekuasaan itu pasti corrupt. Itu sudah dikenal oleh kita semua. Namun pada saat anda berdiri sebagai pejabat publik, memiliki kekuasan dan kekuasan itu sudah dipastikan akan membuat kita corrupt, maka pertanyaan 'kalau saya mau menjadi pejabat publik dan tidak ingin corrupt, apa yang harus saya lakukan?'&lt;br /&gt;Oleh karena itu, di dalam proses-proses yang dilalui atau saya lalui, jadi ini lebih saya cerita daripada kuliah. Dari hari pertama, karena begitu khawatirnya, tapi juga pada saat yang sama punya perasaan anxiety untuk menjalankan kekuasaan, namun saya tidak ingin tergelincir kepada korupsi, maka pada hari pertama anda masuk kantor, anda bertanya dulu kepada sistem pengawas internal anda dan staff anda. Apalagi waktu itu jabatan dari Bappenas menjadi Menteri Keuangan. Dan saya sadar sesadar sadarnya bahwa kewenangan dan kekuasaan Kementrian Keuangan atau Menteri Keuangan sungguh sangat besar. Bahkan pada saat saya tidak berpikir corrupt pun orang sudah berpikir ngeres mengenai hal itu.&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan, seseorang harus mengelola suatu resources yang omsetnya tiap tahun sekitar, mulai dari saya mulai dari 400 triliun sampai sekarang diatas 1000 triliun, itu omset. Total asetnya mendekati 3000 triliun lebih.(batuk2) Saya lihat (ehem!) banyak sekali (ehem lagi) kalau bicara uang terus langsung....(ada air putih langsung datang diiringi ketawa hadirin).&lt;br /&gt;Saya sudah melihat banyak sekali apa yang disebut tata kelola atau governance. pada saat seseorang memegang suatu kewenangan dimana melibatkan uang yang begitu banyak. Tidak mudah mencari orang yang tidak tergiur, apalagi terpeleset, sehingga tergoda bahwa apa yang dia kelola menjadi seoalh-olah menjadi barang atau aset miliknya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Dan disitulah hal-hal yang sangat nyata mengenai bagaimana kita harus membuat garis pembatas yang sangat disiplin. Disiplin pada diri kita sendiri dan dalam, bahkan, pikiran kita dan perasaan kita untuk menjalankan tugas itu secara dingin, rasional, dengan penuh perhitungan dan tidak membolehkan perasaan ataupun godaan apapun untuk, bahkan berpikir untuk meng-abusenya.&lt;br /&gt;Barangkali itu istilah yang disebut teknokratis. Tapi saya sih menganggap bahwa juga orang yang katanya berasal dari akademik dan disebut tekhnokrat tapi ternyata 'bau'nya tidak seperti itu. Tingkahnya apalagi lebih-lebih. Jadi saya biasanya tidak mengklasifikasikan berdasarkan label. Tapi berdasarkan genuine product nya dia hasilnya apa, tingkah laku yang esensial.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, di dalam hari-hari dimana kita harus membicarakan kebijakan publik, dan tadi disebutkan bahwa kewenangan begitu besar, menyangkut sebuah atau nilai resources yang begitu besar. Kita mencoba untuk menegakkan rambu-rambu, internal maupun eksternal.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin contoh untuk internal hari pertama saya bertanya kepada Inspektorat Jenderal saya. "Tolong beri saya list apa yang boleh dan tidak boleh dari seorang menteri." Biasanya mereka bingung, tidak perndah ada menteri yang tanya begitu ke saya bu. Saya menetri boleh semuanya termasuk mecat saya.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau seorang menteri kemudian menanyakan apa yang boleh dan nggak boleh, buat mereka menjadi suatu pertanyaan yang sangat janggal. Untuk kultur birokrat, itu sangat sulit dipahami. Di dalam konteks yang lebih besar dan alasan yang lebih besar adalah dengan rambu-rambu. Kita membuat standart operating procedure, tata cara, tata kelola untuk membuat bagaimana kebijakan dibuat. Bahkan menciptakan sistem check and balance.&lt;br /&gt;Karena kebijakan publik dengan menggunakan elemen kekuasaan, dia sangat mudah untuk memunculkan konflik kepentingan. Saya bisa cerita berhari-hari kepada anda. Banyak contoh dimana produk-produk kebijakan sangat memungkinkan seorang, pada jabatan Menteri Keuangan, mudah tergoda. Dari korupsi kecil hingga korupsi yang besar. Dari korupsi yang sifatnya hilir dan ritel sampai korupsi yang sifatnya upstream dan hulu.&lt;br /&gt;Dan bahkan dengan kewenangan dan kemampuannya dia pun bisa menyembunyikan itu. Karena dengan kewenangan yang besar, dia juga sebetulnya bisa membeli sistem. Dia bisa menciptakan network. Dia bisa menciptakan pengaruh. Dan pengaruh itu bisa menguntungkan bagi dirinya sendiri atau kelompoknya. Godaan itulah yang sebetulnya kita selalu ingin bendung. Karena begitu anda tergelincir pada satu hal, maka tidak akan pernah berhenti.&lt;br /&gt;Namun, meskipun kita mencoba untuk menegakkan aturan, membuat rambu-rambu, dengan menegakkan pengawasan internal dan eksternal, sering bahwa pengawasan itu pun masih bisa dilewati. Disinilah kemudian muncul, apa yang disebut unsur etika. Karena etika menempel dalam diri kita sendiri. Di dalam cara kita melihat apakah sesuatu itu pantas atau tidak pantas, apakah sesuatu itu menghianati atau tidak menghianati kepentingan publik yang harus kita layani. Apakah kita punya keyakinan bahwa kita tidak sedang menghianati kebenaran. Etika itu ada di dalam diri kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dan kemudian kalau kita bicara tentang total, atau di dalam bahasa ekonomi yang keren namanya agregat, setiap kepala kita dijumlahkan menjadi etika yang jumlahnya agregat atau publik, pertanyaannya adalah apakah di dalam domain publik ini setiap etika pribadi kita bisa dijumlahkan dan menghasilkan barang publik yang kita inginkan, yaitu suatu rambu-rambu norma yang mengatur dan memberikan guidance kepada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Saya termasuk yang sungguh sangat merasakan penderitaan selama menjadi menteri. Karena itu tidak terjadi. Waktu saya menjadi menteri, sering saya harus berdiri atau duduk berjam-jam di DPR. Disitu anggota DPR bertanya banyak hal. Kadang-kadang bernada pura-pura sungguh-sungguh. Merek emngkritik begitu keras. Tapi kemudian mereka dengan tenangnya mengatakan 'Ini adalah panggung politik bu.'&lt;br /&gt;Waktu saya dulu masuk menteri keuangan pertama saya masih punya dua Dirjen yang sangat terkenal, Dirjen Pajak dan Dirjen Bea Cukai saya. Mereka sangat powerfull. Karena pengaruhnya, dan respectability karena saya tidak tahu karena kepada angota dewan sangat luar biasa. Dan waktu saya ditanya, mulainya dari...? Segala macem. Setiap keputusan, statemen saya dan yang lain-lain selalu ditanya dengan sangat keras. Saya tadinya cukup naif mengatakan, "Oh ini ongkos demokrasi yang harus dibayar." Dan saya legowo saja dengan tenang menulis pertanyaan-pertanyaan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Waktu sudah ditulis mereka keluar ruangan, nggak pernah peduli mau dijawab atau tidak. Kemudian saya dinasehati oleh Dirjen saya itu, "Ibu tidak usah dimasukkan ke hati bu. Hal seperti itu hanya satu episod drama saja. " Tapi kemudian itu menimbulkan satu pergolakan batin orang seperti saya. Karena saya kemudian bertanya. Tadi dikaitkan dengan etika publik, kalau orang bisa secara terus menerus berpura-pura, dan media memuat, dan tidak ada satu kelompokpun mengatakan bahwa itu kepura-puraan maka kita bertanya, apalagi? siapa lagi yang akan menjadi guidance? yang mengingatkan kita dengan, apa yang disebut, norma kepantasan. Dan itu sungguh berat. Karena saya terus mengatakan kalau saya menjadi pejabat publik, ongkos untuk menjadi pejabat publik, pertama, kalau saya tidak corrupt, jelas saya legowo nggak ada masalah. Tapi yang kedua saya menjadi khawatir saya akan split personality.&lt;br /&gt;Waktu di dewan saya menjadi personality yang lain, nanti di kantor saya akan menjadi lain lagi, waktu di rumah saya lain lagi. Untung suami dan anak-anak saya tidak pernah bingung yang mana saya waktu itu. Dan itu sesuatu yang sangat sulit untuk seorang seperti saya untuk harus berubah-ubah. Kalau pagi lain nilainya dengan sore, dan sore lain dengan malam. Malam lain lagi dengan tengah malam. Kan itu sesuatu yang sangat sulit untuk diterima. Itu ongkos yang paling mahal bagi seorang pejabat publik yang harus menjalankan dan ingin menjalankan secara konsisten.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, oleh karena itu, didalam konteks inilah kita kan bicara mengenai kebijakan publik, etika publik yang seharusnya menjadi landasan, arahan bagi bagaimana kita memproduksi suatu tindakan, keputusan, yang itu adalah untuk urusan rakyat. Yaitu kesejahteraan rakyat, mengurangi penderitaan mereka, menaikkan suasana atau situasi yang baik di masyarakat, namun di sisi lain kita harus berhadapan dengan konteks kekuasaan dan struktur politik. Dimana buat mereka norma dan etika itu nampaknya bisa tidak hanya double standrart, triple standart.&lt;br /&gt;Dan bahkan kalau kita bicara tentang istilah dan konsep mengenai konflik kepentingan, saya betul-betul terpana. Waktu saya menjadi executive director di IMF, pertama kali saya mengenal apa yang disebut birokrat dari negara maju. HAri pertama saya diminta untuk melihat dan tandatangan mengenai etika sebagai seorang executive director, do dan don'ts. Disitu juga disebutkan mengenai konsep konflik kepentingan. Bagaimana suatu institusi yang memprodusir suatu policy publik, untuk level internasional, mengharuskan setiap elemen, orang yang terlibat di dalam proses politik atau proses kebijakan itu harus menanggalkan konflik kepentingannya. Dan kalau kita ragu kita boleh tanya, apakah kalau saya melakukan ini atau menjabat yang ini apakah masuk dalam domain konflik kepentingan. Dan mereka memberikan counsel untuk kita untuk bisa membuat keputusan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga bekerja di institusi seperti itu menurut saya mudah. Dan kalau sampai anda tergelincir ya kebangetan aja anda. Namun waktu kembali ke Indonesia dan saya dengan pemahaman pengenai konsep konflik kepentingan, saya sering menghadiri suatu rapat membuat suatu kebijakan, dimana kebijakan itu akan berimplikasi kepada anggaran, entah belanja, entah insentif, dan pihak yang ikut duduk dalam proses kebijakan itu adalah pihak yang akan mendapatkan keuntungan itu. Dan tidak ada rasa risih. Hanya untuk menunjukkan yang penting pemerintahan efektif, jalan. Kuenya dibagi ke siapa itu adalah urusan sekunder.&lt;br /&gt;Anda bisa melihat bahwa kalau pejabat itu adalah background nya pengusaha, meskipun yang bersangkutan mengatakan telah meninggalkan seluruh bisnisnya, tapi semua orang tahu bahwa adiknya, kakaknya, anaknya, dan teteh, mamah, aa' semuanya masih run. Dan dengan tenangnya, berbagai kebijakan, bahkan yang membuat saya terpana, kalau dalam hal ini apa disebutnya? kalau dalam bahasa inggris apa disebutnya?i drop my job atau apa..bengong itu.&lt;br /&gt;Kita bingung bahwa ada suatu keputusan dibuat, dan saya banyak catatan pribadi saya di buku saya. Ada keputusan ini, tiba-tiba besok lagi keputusan itu ternyata yang menimport adalah perusahaannya dia.&lt;br /&gt;Nah ini merupakan sesuatu hal yang barangkali tanpa harus mendramatisir yang dikatakan oleh Rocky tadi seolah-olah menjadi the most reason phenomena. Kita semua tahu, itulah penyakit yang terjadi di jaman orde baru. Hanya dulu dibuatnya secara tertutup, tapi sekarang dengan kecanggihan, karena kemampuan dari kekuasaan, dia mengkooptasi decision making process juga. Kelihatannya demokrasi, kelihatannya melalui proses check and balance, tapi di dalam dirinya, unsur mengenai konflik kepentingan dan tanpa etika begitu kental. Etika itu barang yang jarang disebut pak.&lt;br /&gt;Ada suatu saat saya membuat rapat dan rapat ini jelas berhubungan dengan beberapa perusahaan. Kebetulan ada beberapa dari yang kita undang, dia adalah komisaris dari beberapa perusahaan itu. Kami biasa, dan saya mengatakan dengan tenang, bagi yang punya aviliasi dengan apa yang kita diskusikan silahkan keluar dari ruangan. Memang itu adalah tradisi yang coba kita lakukan di kementrian keuangan. Kebetulan mereka adlaah teman-teman saya. Jadi teman-teman saya itu dengan bitter mengatakan, "Mba ani jangan sadis-sadis amat lah kayak gitu. Kalaupun kita disuruh keluar juga diem-diem aja. Nggak usah caranya kayak gitu."&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingin menceritakan cerita seperti ini kepada anda bagaimana ternyata konsep mengenai etika dan konflik kepentingan itu, bisa dikatakan sangat langka di republik ini. Dan kalau kita berusaha untuk menjalankan dan menegakkan, kita dianggap menjadi barang yang aneh. Jadi tadi kalau MC nya menjelaskan bahwa saya ingin menjelaskan bahwa di luar gua itu ada sinar dan dunia yang begitu bagus, di dalam saya dianggap seperti orang yang cerita yang nggak nggak aja. Belum kalau di dalam konteks politik besar, kemudian, wah ini konsep barat pasti 'Lihat saja Sri Mulyani, neolib.'&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saya mungkin akan mengatakan bagaimana ke depan di dalam proses politik. Tentu adalah suatu keresahan buat kita. Karena episod yang terjadi beberapa kali adalah bahwa di dalam ruangan publik, rakyat atau masyarakat yang harusnya menjadi the ultimate shareholder dari kekuasaan. Dia memilih, kepada siapapun CEO di republik ini dan dia juga memilih dari orang-orang yang diminta untuk menjadi pengawas atau check terhadap CEO nya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan proses ini ternyata juga tidak murah dan mudah. Sudah banyak orang yang mengatakan untuk menjadi seorang jabatan eksekutif dari level kabupaten, kota, propinsi, membutuhkan biaya yang luar biasa, apalagi presiden pastinya. Dan biayanya sungguh sangat tidak bisa dibayangkan untuk suatu beban seseorang. Saya menteri keuangan saya biasa mengurusi ratusan triliun bahkan ribuan, tapi saya tidak kaget dengan angka. Tapi saya akan kaget kalau itu menjadi beban personal.&lt;br /&gt;Seseorang akan menjadi kandidat mengeluarkan biaya sebesar itu. Kalkulasi mengenai return of investment saja tidak masuk. Bagaimana anda mengatakan dan waktu saya mengatakan sya lihat struktur gaji pejabat negara sungguh sangat tidak rasional. Dan kita pura-pura tidak boleh menaikkan karena kalau menaikkan kita dianggap mau mensejahterakan diri sebelum mensejahterakan rakyat. Sehingga muncullah anomali yang sangat tidak bisa dijelaskan oleh logika akal sehat, bahkan Rocky bilangnya ada akal miring. Saya mencoba sebagai pejabat negara untuk mengembalikan akal sehat dengan mengatakan strukturnya harus dibenahi lagi. Namun toh tetap tidak bisa menjelaskan suatu proses politik yang begitu sangat mahalnya.&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga memunculkan suatu kebutuhan untuk berkolaborasi dengan sumber finansialnya. Dan disitulah kontrak terjadi. Di tingkat daerah, tidak mungkin itu dilakukan dengan membayar melalui gajinya. Bahkan melalui APBD nya pun tidak mungkin karena size dari APBN nya kadang-kadang tidak sebesar atau mungkin juga lebih sulit. Sehingga yang bisa adalah melalui policy. Policy yang bisa dijual belikan. Dan itu adalah adalah bentuk hasil dari suatu kolaborasi.&lt;br /&gt;pertanyaan untuk kita semua, bagaimana kita menyikapi hal ini didalam konteks bahwa produk dari kebijakan publik, melalui sebuah proses politik yang begitu mahal sudah pasti akan distated dengan struktur yang membentuk awalnya. KArena kebijakan publik adalah hilirnya, hasil akhir. Hulunya yang memegang kekuasaan, lebih hulu lagi adalah prosesnya untuk mendapatkan kekuasaan itu demikian mahal.&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu akan menjadi pertanyaan yang concern untuk sebuah sistem demokrasi. Maka pada saat kita dipilih atau diminta untuk menjadi pembantu atau menjadibagian dari pemerintah, Tentu kita tidak punya ilusi bahwa ruangan politik itu vakum atau hampa dari kepentingan. politik dimana saja pasti tentang kepentingan. Dan kepentingan itu kawin diantara beberapa kelompok untuk mendapatkan kekuasaan itu. Pasti itu perkawinannya adalah pada siapa saja yang menjadi pemenang.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau pada hari ini tadi disebutkan ada yang menanyakan atau menyesalkan atau ada yang menangisi ada yang gelo (jawa:menyesal.red), kenapa kok Sri Mulyani memutuskan untuk mundur dari Menteri Keuangan. Tentu ini adalah suatu kalkulasi dimana saya menganggap bahwa sumbangan saya, atau apapun yang saya putuskan sebagai pejabat publik tidak lagi dikehendaki di dalam sistem politik. Dimana perkawinan kepentingan itu begitu sangat dominan dan nyata. Banyak yang mengatakan itu adalah kartel, saya lebih suka pakai kata kawin, walaupun jenis kelaminnya sama. (ketawa dan tepuktangan)&lt;br /&gt;Karena politik itu lebih banyak lakinya daripada perempuan makanya saya katakan tadi. Hampir semua ketua partai politik laki kecuali satu. Dan di dalam bahwa dimana sistem politik tidak menghendaki lagi atau dalam hal ini tidak memungkinkan etika publik itu bisa dimnculkan, maka untuk orang seperti saya akan menjadi sangat tidak mungkin untuk eksis. Karena pada saat saya menerima tangungjawab untuk menjadi pejabat publik, saya sudah berjanji kepada diri saya sendiri, saya tidak ingin menjadi orang yang akan menghianati dengan berbuat corrupt. Saya tidak mengatakan itu gampang. Sangat painful. Sungguh painful sekali. Dan saya tidak mengatakan bahwa saya tidak pernah mengucurkan atau meneteskan airmata untuk menegakkan prinsip itu. Karena ironinya begitu besar. Sangat besar. Anda memegang kekuasaan begitu besar. Anda bisa, anda mampu, anda bahkan boleh, bahkan diharapkan untuk meng abuse nya oleh sekelompok yang sebetulnya menginginkan itu terjadi agar nyaman dan anda tidak mau. (tepuk tangan) Pada saat yang sama anda tidak selalu di apresiasi. P2D kan baru muncul sesudah saya mundur (ketawa, disini dia terlihat mengusapkan saputangan ke matanya).&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ya terlambat tidak apa-apa, terbiasa. Saya masih bisa menyelamatkan republik ini lah.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saya tidak tahu tadi, Rocky tidak ngasih tahu saya berapa menit atau berapa jam. Soalnya diatas jam 9 argonya lain lagi nanti. Jadi saya gimana harus menutupnya. Nanti kayaknya nyanyi aja balik terus nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saya akan mengatakan bahwa pada bagian akhir kuliah saya ini atau cerita saya ini saya ingin menyampaikan kepada semua kawan-kawan disini. Saya bukan dari partai politik, saya bukan politisi, tapi tidak berarti saya tidak tahu politik. Selama lebih dari 5 tahun saya tahu persis bagaimana proses politik terjadi. Kita punya perasaan yang bergumul atau bergelora atau resah. Keresahan itu memuncak pada saat kita menghadapi realita jangan-jangan banyak orang yang ingin berbuat baik merasa frustasi. Atau mungkin saya akan less dramatic. Banyak orang-orang yang harus dipaksa untuk berkompromi dan sering kita menghibur diri dengan mengatakan kompromi ini perlu untuk kepentingan yang lebih besar. Sebetulnya cerita itu bukan cerita baru, karena saya tahu betul pergumulan para teknokrat jaman Pak Harto, untuk memutuskan stay atau out adalah pada dilema, apakah dengan stay saya bisa membuat kebijakan publik yang lebih baik sehingga menyelamatkan suatu kerusakan yang lebih besar. Atau anda out dan anda disitu akan punya kans untuk berbuat atau tidak, paling tidak resiko getting associated with menjadi less. Personal gain, public loss. If you are stay, dan itu yang saya rasakan 5 tahun, you suddenly feel that everybody is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;KArena no one yang sangat simpati dan tahu kita pun akan tidak terlalu happy karena kita tetap berada di dalam sistem. Yang tidak sejalan dengan ktia juga jengkel karena kita tidak bisa masuk kelompok yang bisa diajak enak-enakan. Sehingga anda di dalam di sandwich di dua hal itu. Dan itu bukan suatu pengalaman yang mudah. Sehingga kita harus berkolaborasi untuk membuat space yang lebih enak, lebih banyak sehingga kita bisa menemukan kesamaan.&lt;br /&gt;Nah kalau kita ingin kembali kepada topiknya untuk menutup juga, saya rasa forum-forum semacam ini atau saya mengatakan kelompok seperti anda yang duduk pada malam hari ini adalah kelompok kelas menengah. YAng sangat sadar membayar pajak. Membayarnya tentu tidak sukarela, tidak seorang yang patriotik yang mengatakan dia membayar pajak sukarela. Tapi meskipun tidak sukarela, anda sadar bahwa itu adalah suatu kewajiban untuk menjaga republik ini tetap berdaulat. Dan orang seperti anda yang tau membayar pajak adalah kewajiban dan sekaligus hak untuk menagih kepada negara, mengembalikan dalam bentuk sistim politik yang kita inginkan. Maka sebetulnya di tangan orang-orang seperti anda lah republik ini harus dijaga. Sungguh berat, dan saya ditanya atau berkali-kali di banyak forum untuk ditanya, kenapa ibu pergi? Bagaimana reformasi, kan yang dikerjakan semua penting. Apakah ibu tidak melihat Indonesia sebagai tempat untuk pengabdian yang lebih penting dibandingkan bank dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Seolah-olah sepertinya negara ini menjadi tanggungjawab Sri Mulyani. Dan saya keberatan. Dan saya ingin sampaikan di forum ini karena anda juga bertanggungjawab kalau bertama hal yang sama ke saya. Anda semua bertanggungjawab sama seperti saya. Mencintai republik ini dengan banyak sekali pengorbanan sampai saya harus menyampaikan kepada jajaran pajak, jajaran bea cukai, jajaran perbendaharaan, "Jangan pernah putus asa mencintai republik." Saya tahu, sungguh sulit mengurusnya pada masa-masa transisi yang sangat pelik.&lt;br /&gt;Kecintaan itu paling tidak akan terus memelihara suara hati kita. Dan bahkan menjaga etika kita di dalam betindak dan berbuat serta membuat keputusan. Dan saya ingin membagi kepada teman-teman disini, karena terlalu banyak di media seolah-olah ditunjukkan yang terjadi dari aparat di kementrian keuangan yang sudah direformasi masih terjadi kasus seperti Gayus.&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingin memberikan testimoni bahwa banyak sekali aparat yang betul-betul genuinly adalah orang-orang yang dedicated. Mereka yang cinta republik sama seperti anda. Mereka juga kritis, mereka punya nurani, mereka punya harga diri. Dia bekerja pada masing-masing unit, mungkin mereka tidak bersuara karena mereka adalah bagian dari birokrat yang tidak boleh bersuara banyak tapi harus bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;Sebagian kecil adalah kelompok rakus, dan dengan kekuasaan sangat senang untuk meng abuse. Tapi saya katakan sebagian besar adalah orang-orang baik dan terhormat. Saya ingin tolong dibantu, berilah ruang untuk orang-orang ini untuk dikenali oleh anda juga dan oleh masyarakat. Sehingga landscape negara ini tidak hanya didominasi oleh cerita, oleh tokoh, apalagi dipublikasi dengan seolah-oalh menggambarkan bahwa seluruh sistem ini adalah buruk dan runtuh. Selama seminggu ini saya terus melakukan pertemuan dan sekaligus perpisahan dengan jajaran di kementrian keuangan dan saya bisa memberikan, sekali lagi, testimoni bahwa perasaan mereka untuk membuktikan bahwa reform bisa jalan ada disana. Bantu mereka untuk tetap menjaga api itu. Dan jangan kemudian anda disini bicara dengan saya, ya bisa diselamatkan kalau sri mulyani tetap menjadi Menteri keuangan. Saya rasa tidak juga.&lt;br /&gt;Suasana yang kita rasakan pada minggu-minggu yang lalu, bulan-bulan yang lalu, seolah-olah persoalan negara ini disandera oleh satu orang, sri mulyani. Sedemikian pandainya proses politik itu diramu sedemikian sehingga seolah-olah persoalannya menjadi persoalan satu orang. Seseorang yang pada sautu ketika dia harus membuat keputusan yang sungguh tidak mudah, dengan berbagai pergumulan, kejengkelan, kemarahan, kecapekan, kelelahan, namun dia harus tetap membuat kebijakan publik. Dia berusaha, berusaha di setiap pertemuan, mencoba untuk meneliti dirinya sendiri apakah dia punya kepentingan pribadi atau kelompok, dan apakah dia diintervensi atau tidak, apakah dia membuat keputusan karena ada tujuan yang lain. Berhari-hari, berjam-jam dia bertanya, dia minta, dia mengundang orang dan orang-orang ini yang tidak akan segan mengingatkan kepada saya. Meskipun mereka tahu saya menteri, mereka lebih tua dari saya. Orang seperti pak Darmin, siapa yang bisa bilang atau marahin pak marsilam?Wong semua orang dimarahin duluan sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka ada disana hanya untuk mengingatkan saya berbagai rambu-rambu, berbagai pilihan dan pilihan sudah dibuat. Dan itu dilaporkan, dan itu diaudit dan itu kemudian dirapatkan secara terbuka. Dan itu kemudian dirapatkerjakan di DPR. Bagaimana mungkin itu kemudia 18 bulan kemudian dia seolah-olah menjadi keputusan individu seorang Sri Mulyani. Proses itu berjalan dan etika sunyi. Akal sehat tidak ada. Dan itu memunculkan suatu perasaan apakah pejabat publik yang tugasnya membuat kebijakan publik pada saat dia sudah mengikuti rambu-rambu, dia masih bisa divictimize oleh sebuah proses politik. SAya hanya mengatakan, kalau dulu pergantian rezim orde lama ke orde baru, semua orang di stigma komunis, kalau ini khusus didisain pada era reformasi seorang distigma dengan sri mulyani identik dengan century. Mungkin kejadiannya di satu orang saja, tapi sebetulnya analogi dan kesamaan mengenai suatu penghakiman telah terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;Sebetulnya disitulah letak kita untuk mulai bertanya, apakah proses politik yang didorong, yang dimotivate, yang ditunggangi oleh suatu kepentingan membolehkan seseorang untuk dihakimi, bahkan tanpa pengadilan. Divonis tanpa pengadilan. Itu barangkali adalah suatu episod yang sebetulnya sudah berturut-turut kita memahami konsekuensi sebagai pejabat publik yang tujuannya membuat kebijakan publik, dan berpura-pura seolah-olah ada etika dan norma yang menjadi guidance kita dibenturkan dengan realita-realita politik.&lt;br /&gt;Dan untuk itu, saya hanya ingin mengatakan sebagai penutup, sebagian dari anda mengatakan apakah Sri mulyani kalah, apakah sri mulyani lari? Dan saya yakin banyak yang menyesalkan keputusan saya. Banyak yang menganggap itu adalah suatu loss atau kehilangan. Diantara anda semua yang ada disini, saya ingin mengatakan bahwa saya menang. Saya berhasil. Kemenangan dan keberhasilan saya definisikan menurut saya karena tidak didikte oleh siapapun termasuk mereka yang menginginkan saya tidak disini. (applause)&lt;br /&gt;Saya merasa berhasil dan saya merasa menang karena definisi saya adalah tiga. Selama saya tidak menghianati kebenaran, selama saya tidak mengingkari nurani saya, dan selama saya masih bisa menjaga martabat dan harga diri saya, maka disitu saya menang. Terimakasih&lt;br /&gt;(standing applause)&lt;br /&gt;(Rrn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Retrieved from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aditya Suharmoko &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/note.php?note_id=405703158088&amp;amp;id=546483654&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2526714876170952234?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2526714876170952234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2526714876170952234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2526714876170952234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2526714876170952234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/05/siapa-orang-yang-paling-banyak-musuhnya.html' title='Siapa Orang Yang Paling Banyak Musuhnya Di Dunia Ini? Orang Baik.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4156854490726428958</id><published>2010-05-18T00:17:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:37:45.400+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Catherine of Aragon (1485 - 1536)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/getty/9/1/2636991.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 521px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/getty/9/1/2636991.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katherine of Aragon: (to Anne and Mary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I am Katherine, Queen of England, the King's one true wife and mother of the heir to the throne. Beloved of the people, and beloved of a King you have bewitched."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katherine of Aragon: (to Anne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Let me tell you this. You want me to lie before God, and admit my first marriage was consummated? Well, it was not. You want me to retire, and withdraw my daughter's claim as sole rightful heir to the throne? Well, I shall not. Not in a thousand years. Not if you rack me within an inch of my life. So, I hope you have the belly for a fight, Anne Boleyn, because I'll fight you, every inch of the way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Her Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine of Aragon was born into a family of kings and queens and was destined to become one herself. She was betrothed since she was about four years old to the future king of England. She fulfilled this destiny, but became victim of Henry VIII's inability to produce a male heir. For this reason, she was removed from her throne and her marriage annulled. Although, maybe not the most memorable of Henry VIII's wives, she certainly had left a mark on history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine of Aragon had anything but a typical childhood.  Catherine of Aragon was born on December 16, 1485 in Alcala de Henares, Spain. She was the daughter of Queen Isabella of Castile and mighty King Ferdinand of Aragon. Catherine was the youngest of five children, the others being Isabella, Juan, Juana, and Maria. Catherine's childhood experiences were quite fascinating. She witnessed the surrender of the Moors in Granada and Columbus' first voyage to the New World. Also Catherine was able to choose her own badge, which consisted of a pomegranate. This ends up being quite appropriate, because the fruit is hard on the outside, which symbolized Catherine's tough attitude and was soft on the inside, which symbolized fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine received an education typical of women in the fifteenth century. She was taught religion, housewife skills, and literacy in Spanish and Latin. She was a well-read child and she watched her parents deal with diplomatic and militaristic issues. In 1489, arrangements were made between Spain and England that betrothed Catherine of Aragon to Arthur, Prince of Wales, who was next in line to receive the English crown. This betrothal was made in order to keep the peace between two of the most powerful nations of Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy struck the family in 1498 when Catherine's sister, Isabella, Queen of Portugal, died in childbirth. Although this tragedy hurt the royal family of Spain, in 1501, Catherine left Spain for England to marry Prince Arthur. They were married on November 14, 1501. The marriage was short because Arthur had died on April 2, 1502.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first marriage created much debate on whether or not it was consummated, because Catherine agreed to a second marriage to Arthur's brother, Henry VIII. Financial matters dealing with Catherine's dowry and King Henry VII kept the two from marrying until the king's death on April 21, 1509. Catherine and Henry VIII were married on June 11th, 1509. Henry was then crowned on June 24th, which made Catherine, Queen of England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine was very much an ideal queen. She was supportive of her husband, and like him, she enjoyed music and dance. As queen, Catherine managed the royal household, cared for Henry's linen and wardrobe, ran her own estates, and often supervised in royal business. She also took time and effort to provide the poor with money, clothes, food, and fuel in the winter. She was the only person Henry could confide to in the first few years of their marriage. For the first five years of their marriage, Catherine acted as the Spanish ambassador to England quite successfully on her own. She held off a Scottish rebellion in England while King Henry was off to war in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Catherine bore six children, only one of whom had survived. This was Princess Mary, who would later become Queen Mary I of England also known as "Bloody Mary". The birth of her daughter, was a time of joy for Catherine, but her father, King Ferdinand of Spain had passed soon after. Henry was obsessed with producing a male heir to the throne in order to continue the Tudor dynasty. It became evident to Henry that Catherine would not be able to give him a son. Consequently, Henry tried to secure an annulment of his marriage with Catherine from Pope Clement VII. Catherine was initially given the opportunity to leave Henry VIII peacefully by living out her years in a nunnery. She chose to fight it out in the courts, which ruled against her. Had Catherine acted differently, the religious reformation would have been delayed or might not have come to England at all.  The pope would not agree to the annulment so Henry decided to resolve his dilemma by having the archbishop of Canterbury declare his marriage with Catherine null and void on March 30, 1534. Henry then took Anne Boleyn as his new queen. Henry VIII had split away from the Catholic Church and formed the Church of England, and put himself as the head of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine lived out her life at Kimbolton, secluded from Henry and her daughter, Mary. Catherine died on January 7, 1536, at the age of fifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine of Aragon had changed the course of history. Had it not been for her, the Protestant Reformation might not have occurred in England. Although, many might think that it was unfortunate for Catherine that Henry had their marriage annulled, it was lucky for her that she did not suffer the same fate as Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard.  And her daughter Mary, did become Queen of England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Retrieved From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://departments.kings.edu/womens_history/cathyaragon.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4156854490726428958?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4156854490726428958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4156854490726428958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4156854490726428958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4156854490726428958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/05/catherine-of-aragon-1485-1536.html' title='Catherine of Aragon (1485 - 1536)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2581359470972531074</id><published>2010-05-14T20:09:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:50:36.753+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>A Distraction Before Final Test; "I'm Having Fun With Rage Thread FFFUUUUUUUUAHAHAHA."</title><content type='html'>My favorites;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1yM9MWRsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AU-QmbNp5lI/s1600/91-creation-adam-and-eve-man-creation-rage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1yM9MWRsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AU-QmbNp5lI/s400/91-creation-adam-and-eve-man-creation-rage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471154689235371714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1rjsIAHFI/AAAAAAAAAhY/VfNgNOU0t_g/s1600/365-familyffffooo-4b168a7e15c2c0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1rjsIAHFI/AAAAAAAAAhY/VfNgNOU0t_g/s320/365-familyffffooo-4b168a7e15c2c0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471147383209335890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1tlD6KyDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YbGN7ni3jHY/s1600/404-fffuuuu-i-can039t-hear-you-4b331301595d40.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1tlD6KyDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YbGN7ni3jHY/s320/404-fffuuuu-i-can039t-hear-you-4b331301595d40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471149605796890674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1r7XoDieI/AAAAAAAAAho/ujovoIWVilY/s1600/368-fuuuudaniel-4b17cd2425ef00.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1r7XoDieI/AAAAAAAAAho/ujovoIWVilY/s320/368-fuuuudaniel-4b17cd2425ef00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471147790023494114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1sZ3zUipI/AAAAAAAAAhw/KpCkJAhhcZU/s1600/548-old-girlfriend-4bc014135f8581.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1sZ3zUipI/AAAAAAAAAhw/KpCkJAhhcZU/s320/548-old-girlfriend-4bc014135f8581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471148314056755858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are, my own rageworks hahaha!!!! ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1sksghwUI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ycZX-tFcn7o/s1600/602-hairy-boy-4bed5d3265a600.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1sksghwUI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ycZX-tFcn7o/s320/602-hairy-boy-4bed5d3265a600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471148500003701058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1s4jkbCII/AAAAAAAAAiA/wT4A5uD5q40/s1600/Idealist+Girlfriend.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1s4jkbCII/AAAAAAAAAiA/wT4A5uD5q40/s320/Idealist+Girlfriend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471148841201502338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's sort of a happiness though :) :DDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2581359470972531074?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2581359470972531074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2581359470972531074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2581359470972531074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2581359470972531074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/05/distraction-before-final-test-im-having.html' title='A Distraction Before Final Test; &quot;I&apos;m Having Fun With Rage Thread FFFUUUUUUUUAHAHAHA.&quot;'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S-1yM9MWRsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AU-QmbNp5lI/s72-c/91-creation-adam-and-eve-man-creation-rage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2647064780435291948</id><published>2010-04-16T10:46:00.020+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:40:02.617+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Even Julia Bought Lennon His First Guitar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.keno.org/lennon_images/john_mum.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 505px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.keno.org/lennon_images/john_mum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to the children.”&lt;/span&gt; (Elaine Heffner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a time when you are forced to press the backward button on your life tapes. Then, there’s a time when this growing emphasis leads us to turn back into the latest remembrance of your childhood time, and when you already felt that it was the longest-time-ago of your memorial incidence that you ever really tried to remember about, a figuring sketch in my mind is always about the time when me and her went to the branch of Indonesia Red Cross in one city where I was born and grew up there, and found myself was injected by a needle around my middle finger. I forgot in what age it was but taken by the result, it was determined that we both had the same blood type despite of the other family members. That was the first time that I knew the word of similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, if you could give me a question about whom I stay on this until today is for, I will nail the answer that it is for her. Yes, someone who I may not talk in harsh manner with when the fight starts because if I do, it will only be broken to the pieces but never get the problem solved. Regrettably, I often do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one whose face will never be agreed to be as same as mine by people. The most recognizable thing that she differentiates to me is her perseverance and it’s valid for the other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our teen years, I am fat and she was thin. She was a desired girl and I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who asked me to teach herself “how to get well understood in using a cellular phone in one week” and potentially made me mad just because she could not implement what I’ve taught correctly about sending a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who walked one kilometer left behind me in the Singapore roads just because I could not slow down my speed of walk. I was mad at her only because she got fooled by the unoriginal luggage seller there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who never cook any meal when my father out of town though she prefers ordering us to buy something outside. Otherwise she will get the cooking time started at 5 PM just because my father will arrive at 9.30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one whose fried noodle will be finished by me in case she feels full at that time or considering by the level of her blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ever came to my room, hugged me, and cried on me while she told me that she miss one of her daughters out there at that time. Guess what I did, I was mad at her because she didn’t deserve to get acted like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what, suddenly I feel like there's a Korean guy side in me who cannot show the harmony of affection to the one he loves, it’s pretty ashamed feeling anyway. It’s being proved that there are three words of “mad” in all these paragraphs so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the one who accidentally knew about my preparation of getting India’s school in case of the phone call for the test and interview rang when I was not at home, I didn’t have a plan to tell anybody though until I was really sure, so I told her to keep quiet and she told me that she was sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One message that simply trembled in the presence of the day when my brother left home to study abroad was “don’t forget to turn off the gas stove because she often forgets to do it”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, when she accompanied me to return the concert ticket, there was an immense shocking statement that made me kept in the fidgetiness. After our three hours of confronting the rush of Jakarta’s traffic jam, around two kilometers before we got arrived at home, she told me that she forgot to turn off the gas stove. No more words occurred because there was only my imagination that led me to the picture of fire burning attack at my house. I was really worried about and seek for if there were any fire fighter car back and forth on the street. Fortunately, it didn’t happen. I didn’t know whether it was only her forgetfulness because after I checked the stove, it didn’t turn on, I only heard she whispered “God saves me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that this is the one that I type with no hesitation and full of no offense. She sat in front of my boyfriend (currently ex-) and listened to him kindly about asking her to break up with me. I guess she was created to ensure me at that time and I was really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a tough woman that I ever met. Although I admire Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, Amelia Earhart, Condoleeza Rice, Jane Austen, Hillary Rodham Clinton, Gabrielle Bonheur, Hellen Keller, Anne Frank, and other inspiring women that ever lived in this world whether fiction or not but she's a truly splendid sun that I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving her is like three years worth of high school times, it fluctuates to the warm and cold situation, obstacles, fights, affection, friendship, careless and care unites into something which ended to the interdependence of relationship. She is the only one woman whom I had sent a text message ended with “I love you” and I proudly announce that she is my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2647064780435291948?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2647064780435291948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2647064780435291948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2647064780435291948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2647064780435291948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/04/even-julia-bought-lennon-his-first.html' title='Even Julia Bought Lennon His First Guitar.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5485488482042437140</id><published>2010-03-30T22:26:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:40:32.706+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imogen Heap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>!!! Ending the Marching March.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Demand perfection but never high expectation. Sometimes the expectation only leads you to the disappointment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tertohok. Beberapa minggu yang lalu, kalimat ini terpampang dengan jelasnya di akun Twitter salah seorang yang saya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt;, Mas Ario. Entah mengapa ada rasa getir ketika membacanya, mengingat pada waktu itu sedang dilanda terpaan pesimisme akut. Selalu, orang akan lebih tertarik terhadap perihal sentimentil yang dihubungkan atau secara sengaja dirasuki ke dalam keadaan dirinya sendiri pada saat itu. Begitulah, untuk beberapa manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa itu ekspektasi? Apa maksud dari ekspektasi tinggi? Tenang, di sini tidak akan ada bahasan mengenai Teori Ekspektasi yang di kemudian hari dikembangkan oleh Lucas. Namun pada hakikatnya mereka berpijak pada kaki yang sama, yaitu prediksi terbenar dari segala sumber daya yang tersedia. Di mana yang terbenar tidaklah selalu menjadi yang terbaik. Dan yang terbaik tidaklah selalu menjadi yang terbenar bagi orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berusaha sok tahu untuk menyimpulkan sesuatu tetapi tersendat di tengah-tengah kata. Jadi, mari kita lupakan saja sejenak haha. Saya sedang tidak ingin berekspektasi. Sudah cukup banyak kekecewaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, saya sedang senang membaca tulisan-tulisan Iga Massardi di blog-nya. Salah seorang personil dari The Trees And The Wild yang vokalisnya memiliki karakter suara yang sangat amat begitu mirip persis sekali dengan John Mayer, dan yang pasti rekan-rekan sekalian telah ketahui, nama vokalisnya Remedy Waloni. Ya, Remedy. Lalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S7IvC1uTG-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/mVDjzTBBBKs/s1600/Imogen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S7IvC1uTG-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/mVDjzTBBBKs/s320/Imogen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454473824526605282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sumber: Mahaka Entertainment @mahakaent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S7IwXfXYhoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PbmBnmvr8M4/s1600/Imogen+with+parasol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S7IwXfXYhoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PbmBnmvr8M4/s320/Imogen+with+parasol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454475278813791874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sumber: Muhammad Asra Nur @cantsaynotohope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan Maret benar-benar bulan dengan penuh kemeriahan di sana kemari. Ada kemeriahan tugas-tugas yang kian tiada hentinya, kemeriahan ujian tengah semester yang menjadi tonggak pembuktian dari apa yang telah dikerjakan selama 1,5 bulan ini, kemeriahan perhelatan berbagai &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;distraction&lt;/span&gt;, hingga kemeriahan konser Immi esok hari (tidak sabar). Saya sedang tidak ingin berekspektasi, maka tukar saja imbuhan "ke-an" pada kata "kemeriahan" dengan kata "semoga". Itu lebih realistis. Dosen Ekonomi Internasional saya mengeluarkan sebuah pernyataan pada awal pembelajaran,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Biasanya, orang belum berumur 25 tahun itu idealis. Tapi setelah menginjak 25 tahun, mereka akan menjadi realistis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratna Khairunisa, teman saya, berkata bahwa saya "karbitan". Awalnya sukar untuk dimengerti dan diterima, tetapi setelah dijelaskan dengan analogi semacam ibarat buah mangga yang masih keras dan masam namun sudah diperam ke dalam air gula, maka saya mengerti. Sial. Itulah sebabnya, saya selalu berkata bahwa jangan tertipu dengan wajah. Tetapi tidak ada gunanya juga bagi saya untuk menyalahkan apa yang memang sudah menjadi begini adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong-ngomong soal usia, beberapa hari yang lalu saya menonton konser salah satu band &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pop rock&lt;/span&gt; orbit-an Pete Wentz. Halah ckckckck. Kalau tidak karena gratisan dan kalau tidak karena berlari sejenak setelah ujian Akuntansi Biaya saya pun tidak akan menonton. Walau &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;opportunity cost&lt;/span&gt;-nya cukup besar karena harus memunculkan asumsi bahwa tidak ada ujian Ekonomi Moneter di keesokan harinya, setidaknya ada tiga hikmah yang bisa saya dapat dari perhelatan tersebut bahwa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Berada di tengah gerumulan para remaja masa kini sama saja dengan mencelupkan diri ke dalam pasar persaingan sempurna. Barang-barangnya homogen, dan secara jangka panjang hasilnya benar-benar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zero economic profit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaos, jeans, sepatu keds, handuk dan tas punggung sudah menjadi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;outfit&lt;/span&gt; yang terlupakan di perhelatan semacam itu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Zaman sudah berubah, Bung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk itu, mari kita lihat seperti apa zaman di keesokan hari. Selamat tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang Arum Anjar Rizky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5485488482042437140?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5485488482042437140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5485488482042437140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5485488482042437140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5485488482042437140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/03/ending-marching-march.html' title='!!! Ending the Marching March.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S7IvC1uTG-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/mVDjzTBBBKs/s72-c/Imogen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8891180350330661026</id><published>2010-02-14T16:07:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:40:57.561+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>No, I'm not. Yes you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3fZngwUJZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sb2ypmXYmnQ/s1600-h/Stephen+King.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3fZngwUJZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sb2ypmXYmnQ/s400/Stephen+King.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438054347903870354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu, saya terduduk dan bersender di salah satu pojok bagian dari gedung di tempat saya mengambil studi. Tidak sendiri, tidak juga bergerombol. Ditemani dengan sebuah laptop yang saya pangkukan di atas kaki saya, beberapa buku, pensil, kertas-kertas berserakan, penghapus, tas, dan kacamata yang hanya saya geletakkan di atas lantai. Tidak saya pakai, karena untuk kesekian kali saya merasa gembira bahwa benda &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; yang ditangkap oleh mata ini akan mengantarkan saya untuk tidak selalu melihat segala sesuatu secara detil, karena terkadang kita perlu beristirahat sejenak dari kenyataan yang sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata "ditemani" sebelumnya tidak hanya berlaku sebagai sebuah personifikasi untuk menganggap beberapa benda yang disebutkan tadi sebagai teman, tetapi juga secara harfiah. Karena empat orang teman yang berwujud manusia berada di dekat saya; dua orang wanita yang saya kenal seiring dengan kehidupan di tempat saya mengambil studi pada saat ini, satu orang teman masa sekolah semenjak empat tahun lalu yang harus saya akui pada akhirnya adalah bahwa ia seorang kakak kelas saya di masa Sekolah Dasar, dan satu orang wanita lagi yang merantau ke Kota Pelajar namun kebetulan sedang melakukan kunjungan sebelum pada esok harinya ia kembali ke ranah kota pilihan studinya. Kami duduk, bercerita, tertawa, dan saya tetap melakukan kegiatan itu seiring dengan mengerjakan tugas kelompok mata kuliah Ekonomi Internasional yang menurut saya lumayan menguras pikiran bagi mahasiswi tidak bervisi seperti saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jari-jemari tetap beradu ke dalam susunan huruf yang ada di &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;keyboard&lt;/span&gt;, sesekali saya menengok ke kertas tulisan jawaban yang telah saya buat sebelumnya, sesekali melihat ke arah teman saya yang sedang bercerita, dan sesekali saya ikut menimpali. Dalam hening di alam pikiran saya terlintas, saya benci melakukan kegiatan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;multitasking&lt;/span&gt;, di mana jika kita mempenetrasikan diri ke dalam sebuah grammar bahasa Inggris, akan terbentuk sebuah &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tense&lt;/span&gt; yang diistilahkan sebagai &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;past continous tense&lt;/span&gt; dengan ciri-ciri munculnya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adverbial clause(s)&lt;/span&gt; di tengah kalimat tersebut. Maaf jika terlalu berlibet, tetapi pada akhirnya saya menemukan sebuah peribahasa yang tepat untuk menunjukkan kondisi pada waktu itu yaitu sekali mendayung dua tiga pulau terlampaui. Ya, saya tidak suka melakukannya. Tetapi naif juga bagi saya jika tidak mengakui bahwa hal-hal semacam itu tidak harus dibiasakan dari sekarang, dan saya memang sudah terbiasa. Dan lagipula, saya pun sudah terbiasa untuk melakukan sesuatu yang tidak saya sukai. Dengan begitu, saya akan belajar banyak hal, salah duanya untuk mencoba mengenal segala sesuatu dari sisi yang lain serta melatih keikhlasan. Ya, begitulah hidup. Kita tidak selalu mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman pria saya itu bercerita mengenai suatu hal dan hendak menguji kadar kegilaan di dalam diri saya. Di dalam ceritanya tersebut, alkisah terdapat seorang anak yang baru saja kehilangan ibunya. Hingga pada saat di pemakaman, ia tidak dapat menyembunyikan kesedihannya yang amat mendalam. Namun, hal itu tidak berlangsung lama karena melalui proses di pemakaman itu pulalah, anak tersebut bertemu dengan seorang lelaki yang amat mengganggu pikirannya untuk beberapa hari kemudian karena ia jatuh cinta pada lelaki tersebut. Tetapi sayangnya, lelaki tersebut hanya dapat diketemuinya di pemakaman, ia tidak dapat menemuinya di tempat lain kecuali di pemakaman. Hari demi hari pun berlalu. Dan pada suatu waktu, anak tersebut membunuh kakaknya. Selesai, titik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita berakhir di situ, tetapi teman saya tersebut tetap tidak berhenti berbicara, dia menanyakan pada saya mengenai alasan anak itu membunuh kakaknya. Tidak ada alasan apapun yang terlintas secara spontan di dalam benak saya selain karena anak tersebut ingin datang ke pemakaman. Perlahan teman saya itu semakin bersemangat dan menanyakan sekali lagi alasan anak itu membunuh kakaknya. Saya menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya karena dia pengen ke pemakaman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman saya itu pun kembali semakin bersemangat dengan ditaburi raut wajah yang penuh kaget, dan kembali saya tekankan padanya bahwa menurut saya anak tersebut membunuh kakaknya karena ia ingin datang ke pemakaman dan bertemu dengan lelaki yang hanya dapat diketemuinya di pemakaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raut wajahnya yang semula bersemangat, kaget, berubah menjadi takut untuk sepersekian detik. Ia tersenyum licik seketika, dan mengatakan bahwa saya memiliki kecenderungan sebagai seorang psikopat. Bagaimana bisa? Jawaban saya itulah yang mengindikasikan saya memiliki kecenderungan tersebut, dan ia semakin mempertajam keyakinannya bahwa saya memiliki kecenderungan tersebut dengan mengatakan bahwa cerita seperti ini sudah dilakukan oleh beberapa ahli di luar negeri untuk menguji kadar kegilaan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tetap keras hati dan tidak percaya dengan menunjukkan berbagai argumen yang dapat membela saya, karena ia mengambil studi hukum, maka saya istilahkan bahwa saya sedang memberikan pledooi di depannya. Karena pada saat itu saya merasa sebagai seorang tersangka yang telah diberikan vonis bahwa saya mengidap kegilaan hanya karena sebuah tes uji coba yang sudah dilakukan oleh beberapa ahli namun belum tentu akurat bagi saya. Untuk itu saya bertanya padanya jika hasil jawabannya bukanlah seorang psikopat, maka jawaban apa yang seharusnya keluar dari mulut saya. Lalu dia menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya apa kek, karena kakaknya ngebunuh ibunya kek, atau karena kakaknya ngebunuh laki-laki yang di pemakaman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tetap tidak percaya dan memutuskan untuk bertanya pada teman wanita lain yang ternyata telah melakukan uji coba tersebut sebelumnya, dan pada saat itu ia menjawab bahwa anak tersebut membunuh kakaknya karena kakaknya terlibat asmara dengan laki-laki yang ia temui di pemakaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, silahkan disimpulkan sendiri, boleh dipercaya, boleh juga tidak. Saya sih jelas tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang Arum Anjar Rizky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8891180350330661026?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8891180350330661026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8891180350330661026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8891180350330661026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8891180350330661026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-im-not-yes-you-are.html' title='No, I&apos;m not. Yes you are.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3fZngwUJZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sb2ypmXYmnQ/s72-c/Stephen+King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3634018860118629055</id><published>2010-02-08T21:42:00.029+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:41:21.305+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>"You're Different." said Boy Capel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Coco’s attempt to evade the power of men over her life by dressing like a man, and her imitation of masculine fashions in the clothing she designs feel self-evident to a European or American viewer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Daily News Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3AjdDhYz5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/a2F7vy-YZTk/s1600-h/090928_r18858_p465.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3CbvHkvSBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6VcEO9OvKA0/s200/2009-09-18-chanel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436015984025487378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Ci_MCmrcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/neSrZccjTRQ/s1600-h/coco-before-chanel-11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Ci_MCmrcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/neSrZccjTRQ/s200/coco-before-chanel-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436023956683795906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Civ925X3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/-Y5dI8jlywU/s1600-h/photo_17_hires.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Civ925X3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/-Y5dI8jlywU/s200/photo_17_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436023695178555250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Cdya3-J-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/z7wq0Z3zVL0/s1600-h/oct16-chanel1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Cdya3-J-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/z7wq0Z3zVL0/s200/oct16-chanel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436018239769290722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Cd-Zc4XDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Hk07te0bgyg/s1600-h/c-cocoavantchanel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3Cd-Zc4XDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Hk07te0bgyg/s320/c-cocoavantchanel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436018445545659442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"She likes dresses with no corsets, hats with no feathers, that's my Coco."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Étienne Balsan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3634018860118629055?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3634018860118629055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3634018860118629055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3634018860118629055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3634018860118629055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re Different.&quot; said Boy Capel.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/S3AjdDhYz5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/a2F7vy-YZTk/s72-c/090928_r18858_p465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-1807354532886131041</id><published>2010-02-01T20:31:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:42:36.694+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Float'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imogen Heap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Belagak Sotoy Padahal Ngga Ngerti.</title><content type='html'>Ada 5 yang gue jagokan di Grammy kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;  * Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;  * Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;  * Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;  * Brendan O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya tambah 1 lagi kesukaan gua, Jason Mraz. Tapi entah kenapa jujur saja, rasa kagum gue menurun dengan beliau haha. Barangkali dikarenakan lagunya udah sering banget diputar-putar di mana-mana dan semakin banyak orang yang suka. AH! Sayang sekali, padahal judul Blog ini kan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Remedy&lt;/span&gt;, dijiplak plak plak dari judul lagu Jason Mraz yang pertama kali membuat gue jatuh cinta padanya. Tapi ngga papa, selama ia masih berkarya, saya masih akan tetap menikmati walau jenuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Album of The Year&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Sayang sekali Big Whiskey and the Groogrux King-nya Dave Matthews harus kalah dari &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fearless-nya Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi emang saingannya berat sih, ada The Fame-Lady Gaga, The E.N.D-Black Eyed Peas, sama I Am... Sasha Fierce-Beyonce. Tapi tetap saja dari kesemuanya gue lebih milih Dave Matthews. Haha subjektif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Male Pop Vocal Performance&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make it Mine-nya Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt; mengalahkan This Time-John Legend, Love You-Maxwell, If You Don't Know Me By Now-Seal, dan All About the Love Again-Stevie Wonder. Boseeeeeeeeen dengerin Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lucky-nya Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt; berhasil mengalahkan Sea Of Heartbreak-nya Rosanne Cash &amp;amp; Bruce Springsteen, Love Sex Magic-nya Ciara &amp;amp; Justin Timberlake, Baby, It's Cold Outside-nya Willie Nelson &amp;amp; Norah Jones, dan Breathe-nya Taylor Swift &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat. Sama aja, bosen gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Pop Instrumental Performance&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The Fire-Imogen Heap kalah dari &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Throw Down Your Heart-nya Béla Fleck&lt;/span&gt;. Yang nominasi lainnya, gue ngga ngerti haha udah tingkat tinggi seleranya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Solo Rock Vocal Performance&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Yak, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Working on A Dream-nya Bruce Springsteen&lt;/span&gt; ngalahin Prince sama Bob Dylan. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Rock Song&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Gue suka deh lirik 21 Guns-nya Green Day, menohok. Tapi kali ini subjektif, jadi gue manjagokan Working on A Dream-nya Bruce Springsteen. Tapi ternyata, kalah. Hahaha. Yang menang songwriters dari &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Use Somebody-nya Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Rock Album&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Yak, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reprise dengan 21st Century Breakdown-nya Green Day&lt;/span&gt; berhasil mengalahkan Columbia Records dengan Black Ice dari AC/DC, Interscope dengan No Line On The Horizon-nya U2, serta kalo yang ini wajar RCA Records dengan Big Whiskey And The Groogrux King-nya Dave Matthews Band. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Alternative Album&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nah kalo yang ini dari awal gue sudah memprediksi pasti &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix-nya Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; menggantikan In Rainbows-nya Radiohead tahun lalu. Dan ternyata benar, meskipun saingannya berat ada David Byrne &amp;amp; Brian Eno, Death Cab For Cutie, Depeche Mode, sama Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Tapi Phoenix memang juara :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Pop/Contemporary Gospel Album&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ehh &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jars Of Clay&lt;/span&gt; masuk nominasi loh! Hehe dengan albumnya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Long Fall Bck To Earth&lt;/span&gt;. Meskipun kalah, tapi keren juga. Ini band hampir setipe sama Switchfoot, musiknya ber-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spiritual relationship&lt;/span&gt; yang oke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Compilation Soundtrack Album For Motion Picture, Television, or Other Viual Media&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Twilight kalah. Meskipun ada Bella's Lullaby-nya Carter Burwell dan Muse. Tapi entah kenapa agak sensitif karena Paramore banyak ngisi track. Maaf, kembali subjektif. Yaaah tapi emang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OST Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; berhak menang kok, India's invasion ngga hanya di ekonomi saja ternyata tapi juga di dunia permusikan :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Song Written for Motion Picture, Television or Other Visual Media&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Yah, The Wrestler-nya Bruce Springsteen kalah dari &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jai Ho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best Engineered Album Non-Classical&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ini dia baru namanya penyanyi yang jenius. Engineer-nya artisnya sendiri. Selamat untuk &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Imogen Heap&lt;/span&gt; dengan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ellipse&lt;/span&gt;-nya, sungguh tidak sabar melihatmu di Jakarta tanggal 31 Maret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Producer of The Year Non-Classical&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Benar kan, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brendan O'Brien&lt;/span&gt; menang. Ini dia album-album yang diproduserinya, Black Ice (AC/DC), Crack The Skye (Mastodon), The Fixer (Pearl Jam), Killswitch Engage (Killswitch Engage), dan Working On A Dream (Bruce Springsteen).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang ngga setuju ketika Zac Brown Band ngalahin MGMT di kategori &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best New Artist&lt;/span&gt;. Sabar yaa, penilaian orang beda-beda. Apalagi juri-jurinya. Ini gue berasa udah paling jago aja yah, padahal kalo dilihat-lihat, sisi ke-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mainstream&lt;/span&gt;-an gue masih ada. Lagian yah, gue tidak malu untuk mengatakan bahwa gue suka pop. Malah justru gue mengakui bahwa gue tidak mengerti jazz. Makanya agak kecewa gue ketika Jason Mraz dateng ke sini di Java Jazz. "Apanya yang jazz?" begitu kira-kira pertanyaan yang ada di kepala anak pop 90-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaah, mau Grammy kek, gretong kek, cepat kemari Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap! Saya tidak sabar. Lihat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;list inspirators&lt;/span&gt; saya di sebelah, benar-benar berkah tiap tahun. 2008 Switchfoot, 2009 Jason, 2010 (insya Allah jikalau ada uang, bukan kalau jadi) Imogen. Ahhhhh, Float reunian lagi dong bikin album baru di 2011 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-1807354532886131041?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/1807354532886131041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=1807354532886131041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1807354532886131041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1807354532886131041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/02/belagak-sotoy-padahal-ngga-ngerti.html' title='Belagak Sotoy Padahal Ngga Ngerti.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3804887851675329829</id><published>2010-01-25T08:23:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:43:03.497+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Kado-Kadoan Paling Mager.</title><content type='html'>Lia punya Tumblr. Labil banget nih anak. Liat aja, gue ngga akan tergoda. Udah cukup Blogspot, gue kan orangnya setia (nyeh?). Pertama kali gue buka Tumblr-nya, entah kenapa postingan-nya dia yang ini yang gue temuin. Dulu gue mau nge-post, tapi udah lupa kata per katanya, jadi mari kita reka ulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;October 18th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt;  "Halo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Halo li, lagi sibuk ga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "Engga kok, kenapa May?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Oh, gapapa. Eia li, gue udah bisa conference call loh! bentar ya lo diem bentar, ada yang mau ngomong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(diem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Bentar li, diem bentar dulu yaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "iyeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tiba-tiba ada suara berisik, trus ada suara orang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Halo..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Idkwho :&lt;/span&gt; "ya..? Halo..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Halo, Mas Angga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Idkwho :&lt;/span&gt; "ya? Halo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Halo, Mas Angga, ini Mayang. ini ada temenku yang tadi aku bilang ulang tahun, namanya Lia. Dia suka banget sama Maliq, Mas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GUE ------&amp;gt; KAGET, SIOK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Oh iya. Halo Lia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "I-i-iya. Halo? hehehe" (cengengesan ga jelas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Selamat ulang tahun ya, Lia! ulang tahun yang ke berapa nih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "ke-18"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Oh masih muda ya. kuliah dong berarti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "Iya, baru semester 1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Kuliah dimana? ngambil jurusan apa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "Di Atma, ngambil psikologi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Oh psikologi. Eh gimana nih ulang tahun? ngadain party ga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "Ah engga, ulang tahunnya di rumah aja hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Yaah masa dirumah aja? party dong party"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "Hehehehehe" ---&amp;gt; (cengengesan lebih ga jelas lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Yaudah sekali lagi selamat ulang tahun ya, Lia. sukses terus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "Amiiin, iya makasih ya Mas Angga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Makasih banyak ya Mas Angga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angga :&lt;/span&gt; "Iyaaa. Daaah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(telvon di tutup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lia :&lt;/span&gt; "MAYAAAAANGGGGG LO NGAPAIN GUE GEMETERAN SEKARANG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mayang :&lt;/span&gt; "Hahahahahahaha"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue merasa sangat romantis (blush). Hahahahahahanying. Karena waktu itu gue ngga bisa dateng ke rumahnya buat ngasih surprise bareng-bareng yang lain jadi mangap ya Li bisanya cuma modal pulsa, nekat, dan bodo amat. Tapi seneng kaaaaaaan (??).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3804887851675329829?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3804887851675329829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3804887851675329829' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3804887851675329829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3804887851675329829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2010/01/kado-kadoan-paling-mager.html' title='Kado-Kadoan Paling Mager.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3406569457621449202</id><published>2009-12-27T21:51:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:53:43.087+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>This Is a Story About a Girl Meets Friends. But You Should Know Upfront, This Is Not a Love Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Szd7gmByHhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xOQ-isS3NNE/s1600-h/Gharini-Mayango.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Szd7gmByHhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xOQ-isS3NNE/s320/Gharini-Mayango.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936476457737746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“…I count the steps the distance to. The time when it was me and you is so far gone. Another face another friend. Another place another end but I'll hang on…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Best Days, Graham Colton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is precisely right for us when we lose someone then we will know how much we care for them. When I was arrived in Jakarta and spent my last two years in one of an elementary school here, I met a girl named Gharini Abhirama. I forgot how we met each other at school but one thing that I always remember about, it took a lot of struggles for us to make friends. Now, after we have been separated for years, I know that I have to lose her in another year, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I was a smart but also a bad one at my previous elementary school before. So the arrogance led me to be a fucking picky friend. No wonder, I was a little Brainy Bobby who liked to bully a new comer in class and persuade my friends to be bad at her. But considering of my rank at school, my friends bent down at me (evilsmirk). But still, it did not bordered me to have a lot of friends, because since I was a child, I only have one or two best friends but I tried to not be depended on them, so I could socialize with others. Believe it or not, in those ages, I already had a qualification of friends. At school, I have friends for joking and mocking each other every time we had a time break (the Willy &amp;amp; William Twins), a friend but enemy inside because we competed each other to reach the best rank (Faris), a friend that surely friend because she was the one who made me change and always warned me to be a good friend (Alviola), and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case the moving of my family at that time to follow my father in the capital city here, I had to leave all those friends and to adapt to the new environment, not only to study but also to make friends. So, I learned to be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met some new neighbor friends who were also my friends at school. We played together when the holidays came, we got to school everyday together, we went to canteen together, sat on the nearby chairs at class, watched Amigos X Siempre after school until we had the same group name as the movie with the boys, got to the mosque to Tarawih or Shubuh pray when the Ramadhan came, played fireworks and had a barbeque time together to celebrate the new year’s eve, all the things that could be done together. I felt like I was accepted, cared, and for some reasons I felt like I was in a comfort zone where I always could find what I wanted. And in the end, I realized it could be the things that I always wanted, but it was not I needed to be somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I need the challenging one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it could be called a karma or something like that, because of my bad attitude at the previous elementary school, so at the new elementary school, when I already found my friends, I could not separate myself with them, I was being depended on them. Maybe I was not a person that being bullied, but I could feel how hurt was that thing by learned how to be an empathy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was Gharini Abhirama, yea, the one who could be a person to share everything about, to hear anything what she talked about, to learn something bad then made us good, and all the things that I could improvise myself. We could not be together firstly, because we were on a “different track”. But it was not a problem for us because at that time, what I looked for was happiness, and happiness was not always brought by the togetherness. If you’re unhappy, isn’t it right for you to not have yourself stayed? So I cracked out, even though there will always good or bad impacts every time you make a decision. But as I decided, I took the risks and I paid the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, I did an “affair” (ha ha ha) with Gharin. The disgusting one, we had one book which I can still remember the color of this book, black-greenly, and this book could be the place for us to write everything. In a day that book lived at my house, I wrote at night. And in the tomorrow morning, I gave the book to her and that book lived at her house, she wrote something, on and on. One day when I and Gharin were in the nostalgic time, we just laughed at loud about it and thought how freak we were in a childhood time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one belief that every secret will always be cracked whether by the third party or by itself one day. It happened with this “affair” between me and Gharin ha ha. So my used to be friends could not accept the fact that I was out of their controls at that time. But I had learned to say “No” anyway, and tried to explain to them that it was not the kind of way they were begging to me, there were another way of being respect to others though. With all our children’s tears, they freed me. It felt like so somos-libres! I had found what I needed though, a challenging happiness. I could be friends and did something crazy with others like Dean, Gita, Anjani, Lulu, Vita, and all people at school included how to learn about that elementary lovebird stuffs ha ha ha. The point is, it is nice of being crazy and bad with people you trust because at the end you know that you will learn something good and you do not have to understand about their personalities earlier then plan something to make it deal with it, just let it flow, because you can not know the person without being natural with them, moreover in the short time, so let’s chill and I like a quote from Mas Aghi Narottama, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Do not take too serious in life, nobody gets out alive anyway.”&lt;/span&gt; So I might probably say that find something challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to you who considered yourself as a friend:&lt;br /&gt;Gharin ever told me in that book, that she did not want to be at the same junior high school with us, this statement was not about loving or not loving, living in egoism or giving a treat, but this was about letting others to learn different things in this world, to understand about expanding dreams and the differences inside of world, the good and bad friends, the things that will lead you to come back home. So raise your dream where in the place you study now, Ghar. Then come back and make your home better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, when I made it, my eyes opened. Previously, I have one belief that it is a bull when someone says; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loving is not always has to own each other&lt;/span&gt;. For some reasons I could not believe that because of my experiences in this freaking love thing. I thought that I could not love someone without make him mine, anyway, now I still fall in love with him even though he’s not mine (: After all, it is just a matter of time, someday you will accept the fact that it is right, I do not know how to explain, but I feel it now. There’s someone says &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Being realized is easy, the important is how we can accept it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it has been glued for a long time or not, but know what, I already accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3406569457621449202?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3406569457621449202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3406569457621449202' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3406569457621449202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3406569457621449202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-should-know-upfront-this-is-not.html' title='This Is a Story About a Girl Meets Friends. But You Should Know Upfront, This Is Not a Love Story.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Szd7gmByHhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xOQ-isS3NNE/s72-c/Gharini-Mayango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-9214704274096621936</id><published>2009-12-20T21:59:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:44:09.077+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><title type='text'>Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Sy48aque0ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/naf17vugO7Y/s1600-h/Jane+Austen%27s+Characters.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Sy48aque0ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/naf17vugO7Y/s400/Jane+Austen%27s+Characters.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417333830616797586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-9214704274096621936?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/9214704274096621936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=9214704274096621936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9214704274096621936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9214704274096621936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/12/characters-of-jane-austen.html' title='Characters'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Sy48aque0ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/naf17vugO7Y/s72-c/Jane+Austen%27s+Characters.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7280050369795899626</id><published>2009-12-18T08:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:44:32.240+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>Aksara Records Tutup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dikutip dari rollingstone.co.id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SyrWT97ETBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WEBvJ85_EjE/s1600-h/aksararecords.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SyrWT97ETBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WEBvJ85_EjE/s200/aksararecords.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416377140394609682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabar duka datang bagi mereka para penggemar musik-musik bagus dalam negeri. Label rekaman independen terkemuka asal Jakarta, Aksara Records, yang selama ini menjadi rumah bagi band-band andal seperti Efek Rumah Kaca, White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company, The Brandals hingga SORE mulai akhir tahun 2009 ini akan resmi ditutup oleh pemiliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama enam tahun beroperasi, Aksara Records hingga kini telah merilis sebanyak 32 album milik artis indie lokal dan internasional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Owner sudah menyatakan tidak akan melanjutkan lagi terjun di bisnis ini,” ujar Aldo Sianturi, managing director Aksara Records, via telepon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut Aldo, sejak awal 2009 Aksara Records sebenarnya sudah bangkrut dan ketika ia dipercaya untuk mengambil alih kendali bisnis di sana pada pertengahan tahun ini kondisinya sudah tidak dapat diselamatkan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldo menjelaskan seluruh urusan administrasi, royalti dan kontrak rekaman yang berhubungan dengan artis akan diselesaikan secara internal sedangkan hak kepemilikan master album rekaman akan diberikan kepada artis-artis yang berada di bawah roster Aksara Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Rolling Stone coba mengonfirmasi kabar tutupnya indie label bergengsi ini kepada Hanin Sidharta, salah seorang pemilik Aksara Records, ia tidak mengangkat ponselnya dan hanya mengirimkan pesan kalau ia tengah berada di Tokyo, Jepang. “No comments until further notice, Pak,” begitu tulisnya via sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aksara Records yang didirikan Hanin Sidharta dan David Tarigan sejak tahun 2004 merupakan salah satu cabang bisnis yang dimiliki oleh Aksara Bookstores, salah satu chainstore buku terkemuka di ibukota. Rilisan mereka rata-rata fokus pada genre musik eklektik seperti indie pop, electropop, indie rock, jazz hingga triphop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilisan pertama Aksara Records adalah CD kompilasi JKT:SKRG (2004) yang berisi 12 band indie lokal yang dikemudian hari sangat dikenal namanya di seluruh penjuru tanahair. Mereka adalah C’mon Lennon, SORE, The Brandals, The Upstairs, Seringai, The Adams, Zeke &amp;amp; The Popo, Teenage Death Star, Sajama Cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara rilisan terakhir Aksara Records adalah album kedua Efek Rumah Kaca bertitel Kamar Gelap yang telah beredar sejak Desember 2008 lalu. Praktis sepanjang tahun 2009 ini tak ada satu pun rilisan lokal yang diluncurkan oleh Aksara Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain merilis katalog musik milik artis lokal, Aksara Records juga sempat merilis album-album milik artis-artis indie internasional di antaranya Arctic Monkeys, M.I.A.,Vampire Weekend, Thom Yorke, Basement Jaxx, Club 8 hingga The Whitest Boy Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aksara Records bahkan juga sempat merilis pula album soundtrack dari beberapa film blockbuster Indonesia seperti Janji Joni, Berbagi Suami dan Quickie Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau Aksara Records berhenti beroperasi namun sebagian karyawan indie label ini telah sepakat untuk meneruskan perjuangan mereka dengan membentuk sebuah label rekaman baru bernama Raksasa Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ini adalah sebuah label baru yang otomatis akan memiliki cerita baru nantinya. Tidak ada hubungannya sama sekali dengan Aksara Records,” tegas Aldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldo Sianturi, David Tarigan dan Dono Firman akan memulai operasional label rekaman baru mereka dengan merilis album terbaru milik White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company pada Februari 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hingga kini artis yang telah bergabung dengan Raksasa Records adalah White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company dan SORE,” jelas Aldo yang akan memegang posisi yang sama dengan yang dijabatnya kini di Aksara Records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7280050369795899626?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7280050369795899626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7280050369795899626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7280050369795899626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7280050369795899626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/12/aksara-records-tutup.html' title='Aksara Records Tutup!'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SyrWT97ETBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WEBvJ85_EjE/s72-c/aksararecords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7085594621594585855</id><published>2009-11-18T21:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:44:50.119+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Any suggestion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SwQJtNstm-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xICXQiZ8lyg/s1600/Woman.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SwQJtNstm-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xICXQiZ8lyg/s320/Woman.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405456125127400418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7085594621594585855?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7085594621594585855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7085594621594585855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7085594621594585855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7085594621594585855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-now-really-dont-give-damn-with-this.html' title='Any suggestion?'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SwQJtNstm-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xICXQiZ8lyg/s72-c/Woman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5099566840422097776</id><published>2009-11-13T06:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:45:17.868+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Friday The 13th: I can do nothing but it's alright because I know you're great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SvyZWSvTlJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dGNLNjWR9Nw/s1600-h/Your+cake%27s+left+here.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SvyZWSvTlJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dGNLNjWR9Nw/s320/Your+cake%27s+left+here.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403362261204178066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5099566840422097776?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5099566840422097776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5099566840422097776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5099566840422097776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5099566840422097776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th.html' title='Friday The 13th: I can do nothing but it&apos;s alright because I know you&apos;re great'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SvyZWSvTlJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dGNLNjWR9Nw/s72-c/Your+cake%27s+left+here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-994535358048351662</id><published>2009-11-10T21:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:46:03.180+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Life is getting crazier anyway.</title><content type='html'>"Gue lebih ingin ngadopsi anak ketimbang melahirkan anak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sontak Ai kaget ketika gue mengutarakan hal itu di tengah-tengah sesi curhat pas Citta, gue, dan Meisha menginap di rumahnya setelah lelah menggerayangi rumah Lia tengah malam untuk memberinya surprise ulang tahun tiga minggu yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gue punya alasan juga untuk berkata seperti itu. Bukan karena tidak ingin memperbaiki keturunan atau pun menjaga titipan akan apa yang diberikan oleh Tuhan, tetapi lebih kepada kritisisasi dan kesadaran dalam menanggapi situasi dan kondisi terkini. Cukup ironis apabila nanti di saat gue melahirkan, gue harus menyadari bahwa anak gue tersebut harus menghadapi dunia dengan lebih sangat-teramat tegar ketimbang ibu, nenek, dan buyut-buyutnya. Ibaratnya buyut-buyut diuji dengan kehidupan feodalisme kerajaan, nenek dengan kehidupan kolonialisme penjajahan, ibu dengan kehidupan reformisme kenegaraan, anak dengan kehidupan globalisme besar-besaran, cucu dengan kehidupan yang-yah-kita-lihat-saja-nanti (makin ngawur, udah ngga tau lagi istilah apa yang bagus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang pulang kuliah di jalan gue suka mikir sambil melihat kosong ke arah samping kanan (lebay), orang-orang di jalur jalan sebelah ngga stres apa yah harus berhadapan dengan kemacetan dua kali sehari tiap berangkat kerja sama pulang kerja? Plus sekali pergi dan keluar kantor kalo makan siangnya di luar. Deg-degan takut ada yang nyenggal-nyenggol, pas kesenggol dikit langsung bermain dan menyipitkan mata ke orang yang nyenggol, atau bahkan mengeluarkan berbagai macam sumpah serapah dan makian. Begitu gue sampe rumah, orang-orang ngga pening kepala apa yah harus mendengarkan berita buruk setiap harinya di sebagian besar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;headline&lt;/span&gt; berita yang muncul tiap pagi, siang, dan petang, atau bahkan beberapa stasiun TV yang menyiarkan itu berulang-ulang tiap jam? Kasihan bokap gue, beliau mengalami hal itu saat ini. Pergi macet pulang macet begitu sampe rumah di TV beritanya bikin pening kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika bikin ini, kepala gue pusing. Sungguh. Tadinya gue mau ngerangkum tugas Mikroekonomi yang empat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chapter&lt;/span&gt; itu, tapi gara-gara emak gua nyetel TV kenceng banget sampe pintu kamar gue tutup dengan galaknya terus gue idupin CD kenceng-kenceng saking puyeng sama omongan pembawa acara berita, ehh ujung-ujungnya gue keluar kamar juga terus duduk melongo depan TV sambil mengernyitkan dahi. -____-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejujurnya gue tidak ingin membahas duduk permasalahannya karena pun pengetahuan gue akan dunia kehukuman tidak sebanding besar akan orang-orang itu. Tetapi bukan berarti tidak ingin mengikuti perkembangan, hanya saja keberpihakan di sini lebih kepada sisi manusiawi akan sebuah kebenaran (kok tiba-tiba gua jijik sama diri sendiri). Iya, gue entah kenapa tidak memperdulikan kasusnya lebih dalam, dahulu gue peduli ketika masih bisa dicerna sama otak, tetapi ketika udah mulai muncul pemeran pendukung baru macam Kabareskrim Susno yang akibat keceplosan tertangkap media jadi dihujat habis-habisan, Ong Yuliana, Ary Mulyadi, Ade Rahardja, bahkan Julianto yang hingga kini alis tebal terangkat serta mata sipitnya tidak kelihatan pun sudah membuat gue semakin mual-mual. Sama akan ketidaktertarikkan gue akan serial TV macam Heroes, Gossip Girl, Friends, Beverly Hills 90210, atau bahkan serial drama Korea yang membanjiri kehidupan para muda-mudi remaja pada umumnya. Intinya kayak produser sinetron, semakin diperbanyak episodenya, semakin banyak penontonnya pengen melihat bagaimana akhir cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sebelumnya pernah mengikuti &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt;-an Facebook seorang aktivis muda pejuang nasionalisme yang hingga sekarang masih berkiprah dan yang waktu itu sempat hadir di kampus, tapi akhirnya harus gue &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;remove friends&lt;/span&gt; karena gue merasa terganggu dengan status-statusnya yang penuh dengan kritikan terhadap pemerintah yang sebagian besar destruktif. Maka dari itu maaf Pak, saya hapus. Gue rasa media massa saat ini menjadi orang ketiga yang memiliki peran penting sebagai pemeran pendukung terbaik, karena berhasil mengantarkan penontonnya masuk ke dalam era di mana mereka bisa melihat dan menilai langsung. Dan bahkan membuat gue berpikir bahwa mereka pun telah dijadikan alat. Semakin ironis ketika gue menonton berita di TV ada sekelompok anak SD di Jawa Tengah yang melempar-lemparkan mainan buaya ke lantai dan menginjak-injaknya. Dan baru saja beberapa menit yang lalu, ada iklan layanan masyarakat mengenai penyiaran yang dibintangi oleh Kak Seto untuk menghimbau orangtua agar membimbing anaknya dalam memilih tayangan televisi. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada dasarnya gue tidak ingin membuat diri ini menjadi apatis hingga antipati, tetapi memang benar krisis kepercayaan saat ini menjadi masalah utama di dalam diri manusia. Bagaimana tidak, munculnya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hoax-hoax&lt;/span&gt; yang terkadang hanya digunakan sebagai lelucon bagi para Kaskus-ers itu bisa membuat orang semakin lama semakin menjadi apatis loh. Apalagi dengan maraknya isu-isu yang dijadikan sebagai konspirasi di balik konspirasi dari pihak-pihak tertentu. Ibaratnya lo cuma bisa diam di dalam rumah karena ketika lo keluar, lo ngga tahu harus berpegang atau percaya dengan siapa atau apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun sedih untuk menyetujui kata-kata Pak Faisal Basri tadi bahwa beliau percaya, Kapolri dan Jaksa Agung adalah orang-orang yang baik, namun mereka harus mundur. Jujur ini sama sedihnya dengan ketika gue melihat adegan Alm. Presiden Soeharto membacakan secarik kertas di depan mikrofon pada hari terakhir dirinya menjabat sebagai presiden, gue sedih ketika ada orang yang berkorban akibat perlakuan konco-konco atau bawahannya yang tidak baik. Walaupun kesalahan itu menjadi sebagian dari kesalahan si pemimpin karena tidak berhasil menjaga perilaku anak buahnya dengan baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhubung gue tidak ingin memprovokasi orang walaupun itu memang benar bahwa jangan mudah percaya dengan apa yang dikatakan orang lain, haha, lebih baik kita sudahi saja pembahasan ini. Hal yang ingin ditekankan hanyalah sebuah keinginan dari dalam diri ini untuk bisa merasakan hidup yang jujur, adil, dan damai di mana hal tersebut memang sulit untuk dijangkau oleh negeri yang penuh bedebah ini seperti kata Adhie Massardi. Yang kalo di dalam Statistika itu ada &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Type I Error&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Type II Error&lt;/span&gt;-nya, di mana yang benar disalahkan dan yang salah dibenarkan. Hoek, gue semakin mual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udahlah woy please udahan, kami haus akan berita gembira di TV. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is getting crazier anyway&lt;/span&gt;, dunia udah mau kiamat woy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-994535358048351662?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/994535358048351662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=994535358048351662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/994535358048351662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/994535358048351662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-getting-crazier-anway.html' title='Life is getting crazier anyway.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-1189997364704017775</id><published>2009-10-06T19:34:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:46:33.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Sparks'/><title type='text'>Can't see it, but can feel it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take pleasure in other peoples sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to eudure whatever comes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; Jamie, I'm trying here, OK? Maybe... maybe I miss spending time with you. Maybe you inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; Sounds like bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; Which part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; Well it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; Prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[after she and Landon keep switching the radio station]&lt;/span&gt; Forty-two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; "Forty-two", what do you-what do you mean "forty-two"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; Forty-two is "Befriend somebody I don't like". It's a to-do list I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; What, like getting a new personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; Spend a year in the Peace Corps, make a medical discovery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; That's ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; ...Be in two places at once, get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; What's number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; You’re acting like a crazy person, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; Right now, you're straddling the state line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; You're in two places at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon:&lt;/span&gt; So, what's your number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; To marry in the church my mother grew up. It's where my parents were married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-1189997364704017775?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/1189997364704017775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=1189997364704017775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1189997364704017775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1189997364704017775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-whats-your-number-one.html' title='Can&apos;t see it, but can feel it'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5249672419326114797</id><published>2009-09-23T14:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:46:58.065+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Pearl Jam and Alice In Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SrnShuGsPKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ngXoyCAA2oo/s1600-h/Cyprus.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SrnShuGsPKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ngXoyCAA2oo/s200/Cyprus.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384566306251750562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5249672419326114797?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5249672419326114797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5249672419326114797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5249672419326114797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5249672419326114797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/09/pearl-jam-and-alice-in-chains.html' title='Pearl Jam and Alice In Chains'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SrnShuGsPKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ngXoyCAA2oo/s72-c/Cyprus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-9217051563162935922</id><published>2009-09-23T00:46:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:47:29.463+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>There are too many things in my head</title><content type='html'>Sedikit pelarian sejenak untuk menulis di blog malam ini karena ngga cuma gue yang capek, ini laptop juga kayaknya udah mulai minta diganti(haha), saking capeknya jadi suka ngehang ketika Tweetdeck, Plurk, dan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;microblogging site&lt;/span&gt; lainnya mulai bekerja rodi. Pertanda, sebelumnya gue &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;browsing&lt;/span&gt; tentang tingkatan intel prosesor komputer, dan gue baru menyadari kalo Celeron kurang satu tingkat di bawah Pentium 4 dan Centrino itu bukan nama tingkatan intel prosesor komputer. Silahkan cari semua infonya di internet, ini benar-benar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;media revolution&lt;/span&gt; seperti video Prometeus yang gue dapet link-nya dari temen gue Agni, beberapa hari lalu. Ramalan dan kenyataan yang terjadi selama ini dan yang akan terjadi di masa depan, bahwa ngga akan ada lagi yang namanya analog. Semua serba digital. Bahwa segala sesuatunya akan hadir secara instan, tanpa proses. Canggih, tapi mengerikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya agak susah dimengerti ya bahasa gue di atas, maklum, lagi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on fire&lt;/span&gt; banget parah pengen cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti tajuk malam ini(hari ini tepatnya) yang sangat on fire parah. Benar-benar bukan NATO, tapi ATAY (After Talk Action Yes). Kalau dahulu kepanjangannya NATO adalah No Action Talk Only, beberapa waktu yang lalu gue mendapati Mas Aldo menyebutkan bahwa NATO adalah No Action Tweet Only, sebutan untuk orang-orang yang keranjingan menulis status di sebuah situs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;microblogging&lt;/span&gt; yang dengan tanpa sadar duduk seharian di depan laptop atau jari mengetik dengan lancarnya di Blackberry hingga tanpa sadar melupakan kehidupan nyatanya(RealLife) di dunia yang harus dikerjakan. Pertanda lagi, SecondLife. Tahu permainan itu? Semakin mengerikan ya dunia di masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, lagi pada heboh soal Joko Anwar bertelanjang busana di Circle K. Ngga ingin menyebarkan info, silahkan cari di internet, sudah beredar kok fotonya, bahkan video behind the scenenya sedang di-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;upload &lt;/span&gt;di Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai-sampai Twitter-nya Johnny Depp bertanya-tanya;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RT @JohnnyDepp: who the hell is jokoanwar? what's hot about him?Im gonna naked&amp;amp;walking around times square tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bahkan setelah fotonya tersebar pun, seorang teman gue yang gue sensor namanya menge-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nudge&lt;/span&gt; gue di MSN;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A**** says:&lt;br /&gt;Mayangg&lt;br /&gt;Kirimin gue picnya joko anwar dongg&lt;br /&gt;Dari tadi gue buka2 ga bisa nihh&lt;br /&gt;Hehheeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Lia pun ikutan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lia says:&lt;br /&gt;udah liat fotonya blm may?&lt;br /&gt;Mayango says:&lt;br /&gt;udah2&lt;br /&gt;lia says:&lt;br /&gt;itu beneran ga ya?&lt;br /&gt;parah tweetdeck gue bunyi mulu&lt;br /&gt;RT an orang2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa dengan orang-orang? Orang Indonesia tepatnya. Semacam &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt; juga buat gue, karena gue ikutan juga parahnya. Inikah hiburan dan cara pemuasan diri kita akan hasrat sebuah keeksistansian di dunia masa kini. Agak lebay sih omongan gue barusan, tapi intinya itu. Agak menohok juga gue ketika melihat Re-tweets dari Goodnight Electric yang didapat dari @senirupa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kwikwikwikwi RT @senirupa: Gila nih masa kita nonton twitter sih. Who would have guessed TV getting killed by twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RT@senirupa Everyone who followed @jokoanwar today, we here in Indonesia are now abandoning TV and watching twitter instead. Its more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Gepeng, manajernya Goodnight Electric pernah bilang ke gue;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo kalo mau naro video klip ke TVGE juga bisa." TVGE itu semacam akun buatan Goodnight di Youtube yang isinya muterin video-video klip lagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeeen, benar-benar pertanda! Gue udah seringkali dibilangin untuk belajar mengenai media TV mulai dari sekarang, karena benar-benar semua itu akan berubah layaknya ketika dahulu kala TV monokrom berubah menjadi TV berwarna. Gue udah beberapa minggu ini mengumpulkan info dan berita tentang revolusi media TV melalui media internet(lagi) semenjak dihimbau untuk melakukan itu dan bertemu dengan orang yang terjun di dalamnya langsung, waktu itu gue, Agni, dan Mas Aldo meeting sampe jam setengah 1 malem sama manajernya JakTV yang menjelaskan dari A-Z kenapa sekarang muncul TV-TV lokal dan bagaimana akhir tahun ini akan dimulai transisi dari TV analog ke digital.  Dan meeting itu benar-benar ngegantung karena udah ngga enak sama penjaga restorannya, udah diliatin dan pelayannya nungguin semua. Benar-benar pertanda bahwa gue harus belajar lebih banyak mengenai ini semua. Kayaknya gue lebih cocok jadi anak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;broadcasting&lt;/span&gt; ketimbang ekonomi (kembali meragukan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kata-katanya Mas Aldo yang selalu diucapin kalo lagi sharing, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;masa depan itu ngga bisa dikarang, tapi bisa dipersiapkan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi satu hal yang hingga sekarang membuat gue agak berhati-hati dalam menjalani apapun, yaitu untuk tidak mudah percaya dengan orang lain dan apapun. Karena media, informasi, dan berita di dunia ini tuh sekarang mengerikan, salah satu contohnya tweet-nya Johnny Depp tadi (lol). Cukup menyedihkan ketika gue, anak-anak generasi sekarang dan masa depan harus berteman dengan itu semua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-9217051563162935922?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/9217051563162935922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=9217051563162935922' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9217051563162935922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9217051563162935922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-are-too-many-things-in-my-head.html' title='There are too many things in my head'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-732787053969319266</id><published>2009-09-10T23:19:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:47:43.038+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>I didn't even do anything, it's just not true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SqknXCMaZFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sGpqNBmjYPw/s1600-h/You+Force+Them+To+Think+About+Me+Like+That.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SqknXCMaZFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sGpqNBmjYPw/s320/You+Force+Them+To+Think+About+Me+Like+That.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379874506550174802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say, I have the reason but I don't have any reason to tell or angry with you. Because it's just based on my feeling and it sounds unlogic when it comes to be shared. I am the one who is very sensitive. All I want from you is only one, the thing is, you can say what you want to say or you like to say, but it's hard for me to accept that when it belongs to myself, my life, and my sense of honour. Maybe you didn't mean to me, but they did. So please, keep your mouth off of forcing them to think wilder about me, it's just not true and it's so irritating. I want my non-chalant side appears but it looks hard for now. Let me free, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-732787053969319266?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/732787053969319266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=732787053969319266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/732787053969319266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/732787053969319266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-even-do-anything-its-just-not.html' title='I didn&apos;t even do anything, it&apos;s just not true'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SqknXCMaZFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sGpqNBmjYPw/s72-c/You+Force+Them+To+Think+About+Me+Like+That.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-6359843381230102053</id><published>2009-09-03T00:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:48:27.764+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>When the Voice Within Talks</title><content type='html'>Produktivitas gue menurun. Kalo kata seorang teman di kala senang dan susah, Lia, barangkali gue lagi jenuh dan capek aja, jadi butuh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Refreshing&lt;/span&gt; bagi gue adalah bisa berada di rumah sambil nonton tv, baca buku, bikin makanan, atau makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue seneng deh kalo sewaktu-waktu bisa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;invincible&lt;/span&gt;. Cuma memerhatikan bagaimana orang lain bersikap dan lalu-lalang tanpa harus merasa bersalah. Karena gue suka merasa tidak nyaman ketika terlalu diperhatikan. Itulah sebabnya gue lebih cocok mengerjakan sesuatu yang terletak di belakang layar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You care in your way&lt;/span&gt;. Begitu kata salah satu teman meskipun banyak yang bilang gue terlalu cuek. Nggak apa-apa, terkadang gue puas karena menjadi orang yang cuek, tidak perlu membesar-besarkan yang kecil dan mengecil-ngecilkan yang besar. Yang negatif itu memang ada gunanya jika dilakukan pada saat yang tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuek dan sensitif itu bertolak belakang. Tapi gue senang ketika kepekaan atau rasa sensitif gue muncul yang pada akhirnya memberikan suatu pertanda. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sign&lt;/span&gt; itu akan hadir kalau kita peka dan tidak terpaksa atau dipaksa. Karena jika dia sudah datang dengan sendirinya, kita bakal terpana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu-satunya cara untuk menghindari agar tidak menjadi bagian dari sebuah keeksklusivitasan adalah, berteman dengan siapa saja. Dari situlah gue belajar memahami, menerima, atau bahkan menilai orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang bilang, "Bertemanlah dengan musuhmu, dengan begitu kau akan tahu kelemahannya." Punya musuh atau ngga, bukan menjadi suatu halangan bagi gue, selama tidak mengganggu kehidupan dan gue pun tidak melakukan sesuatu yang dirisaukan, kenapa harus ribet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo harus disuruh merancang rencana, itu bukan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;core-competence&lt;/span&gt; gue tampaknya. Gue lebih memilih untuk menjadi algojo yang hidup dalam kespontanan. Karena gue harus berhati-hati, apa yang gue rencanakan sering tidak berhasil. Jadi, bersiap-siaplah dengan sesuatu yang tidak terduga sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilih salah satu, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love what you do&lt;/span&gt; atau &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do what you love&lt;/span&gt;. Pasti semua jawabannya yang kedua. Tapi kenapa pengimplementasiannya begitu susah ya? Gue sedang memilah itu semua dan mencari cara untuk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finish what you have to, then do what you like to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sudah pernah ngomong sebelumnya jauh-jauh hari. Tiga negara yang gue kagumi setelah negara gue sendiri, India, Yunani, dan Brazil. Tanpa disadari, beberapa waktu lalu, India datang dan pergi pada akhirnya. Sekarang, Yunani datang dan abang gue akan pergi. Tinggal satu lagi, berhati-hatilah dengan perkataan yang dikeluarkan dari mulut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah hampir tiga tahun dan bosan dengan alasan "malas" ketika orang-orang menanyakan kenapa masih sendiri? Alasan gue cuma satu sekarang, balas dendam. Terdengar jahat ya, tetapi dengan membuktikan dan membuat orang menyesal suatu saat nanti karena melakukan hal yang bodoh dengan menyia-nyiakan diri kita sendiri itu ternyata memuaskan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(lol)&lt;/span&gt;. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu dan berbicara dengan orang-orang yang inspiratif adalah impian. Mau sejahat Hitler atau sebaik Prof. Subroto, mereka semua itu orang yang kharismatik. Bisa membantu kita dalam memahami hidup mana yang baik yang harus diambil atau dibuang, dan mana yang buruk yang harus diambil atau dibuang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-6359843381230102053?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/6359843381230102053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=6359843381230102053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6359843381230102053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6359843381230102053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-voice-within-talks.html' title='When the Voice Within Talks'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2681103485749930295</id><published>2009-08-29T07:18:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:48:59.199+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Beyond the On Air Music Shows Phenomenon in the TV Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Sph0YKx8U_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/n8lZKg9475A/s1600-h/WSATCC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Sph0YKx8U_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/n8lZKg9475A/s320/WSATCC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375174113826198514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: Juli Sarisetiati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dikutip dari notes facebook Aldo Sianturi, August 29, 2009. 07:34 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;INDONESIA, Bapak Jaya Suprana &amp;amp; Paulus Pangka, Aksara Records berterima kasih atas segala doa dan dukungan yang diberikan. White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company akan mendapat penghargaan dari MURI (Musium Rekor-Dunia Indonesia) sebagai “Band Indonesia Pertama” yang menjalin kontrak kerjasama dengan merilis debut album dengan perusahaan rekaman di Amerika Serikat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rencananya penghargaan ini akan diserahkan secara simbolis oleh MURI bersama Menteri Pendidikan Nasional yaitu Bapak Bambang Sudibyo pada Tanggal 30 Agustus 2009, hari Minggu di Mall of Indonesia, Kelapa Gading, Jakarta Utara. Melalui momentum ini, kami mengharapkan agar generasi Indie di Indonesia bangkit dari masa lalu dan mengukir prestasi membelah kelesuan Industri Musik dengan karya positif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debut album White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company telah dirilis dan didistribusikan oleh Indie Label dari Chicago, Minty Fresh Records sejak bulan Oktober 2007. Album ini mendapat sambutan luar biasa disana. Hal ini ditunjukkan melalui berbagai resensi dari media besar dunia di Amerika Serikat seperti: Billboard, PASTE, SPIN, Esquire, Under The Radar, Pitchfork, Yahoo! Music, Amplifier, Popmatters dan Allmusicguide. Setelah sukses dengan debut album, kembali Minty Fresh mempercayakan EP Skenario Masa Muda untuk didistribusikan juga pada Oktober 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya rilisan album perdana ini White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company juga telah menuai penghargaan dari Allmusicguide sebagai “ The 25 Most Crustwothy Band in 2006”, “The 25 Best Band in Myspace in 2007” oleh Rolling Stone.com dan “The Most Blogworthy Band on The Planet in 2007” oleh Yahoo! Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara ini White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company tengah bekerja merekam lagu-lagu terbaru untuk album kedua di studio rekaman Pendulum dan Postcard bersama sound engineer Bung Dono Firman (Personil SORE) dan produser Mr. David Tarigan (A&amp;amp;R Director Aksara Records). Single terbaru yang berjudul “Senja Menggila” telah digilai dimana-mana, namun album penuh ini diusahakan untuk dapat dirilis di tahun 2009 oleh Aksara Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take A Bow,&lt;br /&gt;Aldo Sianturi&lt;br /&gt;Managing Director&lt;br /&gt;Aksara Records&lt;br /&gt;www.twitter.com/aksararecords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2681103485749930295?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2681103485749930295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2681103485749930295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2681103485749930295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2681103485749930295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/08/beyond-on-air-music-shows-phenomenon-in.html' title='Beyond the On Air Music Shows Phenomenon in the TV Today'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/Sph0YKx8U_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/n8lZKg9475A/s72-c/WSATCC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4361917104441286047</id><published>2009-07-20T17:03:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:49:35.336+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Well, I don't have any reasons to angry with God (Jamie Sullivan)</title><content type='html'>Everyday I’ve found myself in an uncertainty which accompany me to keep track of my labyrinth path rather than to obtain what it supposed to be. I may be kind of person who does not always get what I want, trying so hard to get the seasonable dreamland, because of this seasonableness then falling into the lower level which next becomes something unexpected. Who is supposed to be blame on then? My early thoughts even hiding in all of their innocent faces, then correctly stumble by my foot on my own banana peels. I want my anger so much more before I swerve myself to another seasonable distraction which emphasizing me into this again and again unfinished purpose. Though they positives, but they ruin me all the time, and it tortures sometimes. I always searching for people’s suggestions before I decide by myself, it does not mean that I always be bent down on them but at least they help me in consideration. Like it was a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ok, so you're accepted in a scholarship from India. That is AWESOME!! Congrats. Hmm.... I dunno, it is rele depends on your decision. I’ve been to India and I know the positives and the negatives about that place. However, if you want my opinion, I would suggest you to stay in Indo. That’s just my opinion, you don’t have to take it. Here's the reason. Since you have grown MOST of your life and spend the education in Indo, it’s better for you not to change anything. And if you do, it will be tough for you. It’s like a brain of a baby, it's easy to teach a language/anything to a baby because it has not grasp anything much. But it is harder to teach a fully grown man because it has already grasp much more things in his brain. Lol, you know what I mean right? Again, it's all up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t agree with him for that time, so I ran until a small group of ideas chosen to ensure me off. Absolutely not from me at all, because I one hundred percents believing that this came down from the deepest soul that Lord sent me into. I have another reason, not from my mother who said no, brother who said depends on my willingness to struggle alone there, sister who said yes, friends which mostly said no, cousin who said 6 to 10 for the departure, academic lecturer who said no, or my newly Indian friend which I tried so hard to find her there. This is the proof that I do not always use the chance which comes to me, the proof that I consider before I execute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Buda and Pest, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is this the best it gets? How do I know? Is this the best it gets? How do I know?&lt;/span&gt; Pretty much I know that this could be the best but then I have to prove it that yes this will be. I am wondering now, how do I teach myself to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;be focused on when the number allowed is limited&lt;/span&gt;. Is it true that pessimism could be the worst way to shatter on even persistence has been built for a long time? I am properly confined to this curiousness before the blaze suggested to be forced on me. Well, three years more here is probably hard enough rather than three years more there (for a challenge seeker’s mind like I have), but it is more challenging for me if I can get through on this. The question is, if this longing is beating my heart now, then should I need to pass it away? Fight against un-patiently feeling is really the best way for me to achieve this what-it-supposed-to-be. Even I am not sure of this supposed-to-be. Because yes, I am doing a job right now, and I count the steps that I take to choose it. No matter how much time, sweat, money, and parents’ approval that I tried for this because I am taking serious on it. So how about my supposed-to-be-thing? It is still on my number one life’s priority but honestly until this time, I do not have any plan to design it into somewhat people are commonly expect. I’m not destined to be that expectation (perhaps—for this time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4361917104441286047?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4361917104441286047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4361917104441286047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4361917104441286047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4361917104441286047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-hard-it-is-to-keep-that-on-track.html' title='Well, I don&apos;t have any reasons to angry with God (Jamie Sullivan)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8507443522071109422</id><published>2009-07-11T21:27:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:49:58.497+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Aksara on Java Rockin'land 2009</title><content type='html'>Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and see what the all hype is all about on Aksara Cutting Edge Stage at Java Rockin'land 2009 (7,8,9 August 2009 at Carnaval Beach, Ancol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 24 Indie Bands will perform on 3 days: White Shoes &amp;amp; The Couples Company, SORE, The Adams, Denial, Monkey To Millionaire, Goodnight Electric, Sajama Cut, The Sabotage, The Brandals, Efek Rumah Kaca, Dub Youth, The Borstal, Southern Beach Terror and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be playing their meanest riffs, the hardest breakdowns and the best singalongs plus we sell Special Band Merchandises. Its you're loss if you miss out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to check the complete line-ups, time table and order your ticket on www.javarockingland.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be upset if you don't, so come and lend us some support! We are coming all this way to play for YOU and no one else. See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Mayang Arum Anjar Rizky&lt;br /&gt;TV Promotion Coordinator - Aksara Records&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8507443522071109422?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8507443522071109422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8507443522071109422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8507443522071109422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8507443522071109422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/07/aksara-on-javarockinland-2009.html' title='Aksara on Java Rockin&apos;land 2009'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5463417318446008935</id><published>2009-07-03T00:13:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:50:26.470+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Talking with them, and it won't let your eyes wink normally</title><content type='html'>Prof. Subroto&lt;br /&gt;Aldo Sianturi&lt;br /&gt;David Tarigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5463417318446008935?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5463417318446008935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5463417318446008935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5463417318446008935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5463417318446008935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/07/talking-with-them-and-it-wont-let-your.html' title='Talking with them, and it won&apos;t let your eyes wink normally'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5235320472056267466</id><published>2009-06-17T23:42:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:51:10.036+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>If it is true and will be better that I have to go, I will go</title><content type='html'>Salah satu dari banyak hal yang gue takuti adalah, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mengambil keputusan&lt;/span&gt;. Yak! Bukan masalah percintaan juga yaa, walaupun memutuskan pernah, diputuskan juga pernah hehe kan curcol deh mulai. Kadang gue mikir, satu-satunya alat doraemon yang paling ingin gue miliki adalah mesin waktu selain pintu ke mana saja dan kantongnya :);) (satu-satunya kok banyak?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu gue pernah baca di blog nya Miss Novi tentang temen gue Gerry Julian yang bilang kalo aja kita bisa minta satu permintaan ke Tuhan dan bakal dijawab eh apa itu gue lupa, pokoknya Gerry bilang dia pengen tahu kapan bokap-nyokapnya meninggal. Setelah ditanya buat apa, dia jawab, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supaya dia bisa tahu dan ngerencanain kapan waktu yang tepat buat membahagiakan orangtuanya dia&lt;/span&gt;. Ngga heran, he is being the most influencing man for the rest of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue baru belajar mengenai apa yang namanya "trade off" pas gue kuliah sekarang. Dulu gue mengenalnya dengan sebutan "sacrifice". Tapi gue rasa itu kurang cocok, karena segala hal yang kita ingin dapatkan ngga hanya butuh pengorbanan, tapi juga ada banyak hal dan nilai yang ada pada diri kita atau yang semestinya bisa kita miliki tapi harus kita tukar. Loh loh apa sama ya? Hahahaha padahal gue udah mencoba untuk YES YOU ARE RIGHT tapi kok kayaknya JEDENG JEDENG agak rancu ya hehe. Ngga klimaks nih, padahal pengen ditutup dengan kosidahan permainan rebana yang berarti menandakan bahwa kalimat yang membahana pengaruhnya udah diutarakan halaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, gue mencoba untuk kembali serius.&lt;br /&gt;Gue kayak kendaraan bermotor yang ada di persimpangan jalan, terkadang kita butuh menunggu dulu lampu merahnya sampe lampu ijo udah mulai hidup. Terkadang juga kita butuh polisi pengatur lalu lintas supaya ngga terjadi tabrakan. Atau, sempetin beli peta jalan sebentar sama yang dijual abang-abang di perempatan. Semua itu dengan tujuan yang sama, supaya bisa berjalan dengan lancar. Kalo buat orang yang ngga visioner kayak gue, yang penting patokan dan jalannya ngerti dan lancar dulu deh, urusan sampe atau ngga nya ya urusan berikutnya kalo udah sampe di pengkolan manaaaaaa gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pernah trauma dengan apa yang namanya solat istikharah. Astafirughllah alhadzim, sebetulnya ngga jadi trauma yang mendalam karena gue belajar dari itu semua. Tapi ternyata, kali ini gue sangat membutuhkannya. Waktu itu gue mikir, kok kayaknya manusia jahat banget karena inget Tuhan di saat lagi butuh doang, apalagi yang namanya butuh jawaban. Tapi gue memang tidak memungkiri, toh jawaban dari segala jawaban itu memang ada di Tuhan. Cuma ya bukan berarti kita ngga nginget Tuhan di saat kita senang juga. Ya sudahlah, biarkan Dia yang menilai bagaimana sikap kita ke dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue selalu berdoa supaya gue bisa mengambil keputusan yang terbaik, terbaik ngga hanya buat gue, tapi juga buat orang-orang di sekitar. Doakan ya, amin ya robbal alamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5235320472056267466?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5235320472056267466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5235320472056267466' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5235320472056267466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5235320472056267466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-it-is-true-and-will-be-better-that-i.html' title='If it is true and will be better that I have to go, I will go'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4067803724998535720</id><published>2009-06-07T23:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:51:36.724+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>I feel like I'm an useless-person.......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SivxcXchzKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Qw_NPYL1QVk/s1600-h/HAJAR,+PASTI+BISAAA!.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SivxcXchzKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Qw_NPYL1QVk/s320/HAJAR,+PASTI+BISAAA!.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344630852437527714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4067803724998535720?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4067803724998535720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4067803724998535720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4067803724998535720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4067803724998535720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-like-im-useless-person.html' title='I feel like I&apos;m an useless-person.......................'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SivxcXchzKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Qw_NPYL1QVk/s72-c/HAJAR,+PASTI+BISAAA!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-9121836637897458238</id><published>2009-05-31T22:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:51:57.238+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Fifteen minutes before I end up this month</title><content type='html'>Kalo di lihat dari archives di sebelah, sepertinya bulan ini adalah bulan yang produktif bagi gue buat menulis karena jumlahnya paling banyak di antara bulan yang lain. Dan gue rasa ini adalah tulisan terakhir di bulan ini sebelum bulan-bulan ke depan gue bakal tidak seproduktif kemarin menulis di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata gue udah &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;up and down&lt;/span&gt; dan kepala gue juga udah kliyengan sebenernya. Tapi ada beberapa hal yang gue pelajari selama beberapa waktu terakhir ini. Dan gue benar-benar ingin membaginya di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue udah 17 tahun dan sebentar lagi akan menginjak 18 tahun di mana udah bisa dibilang 17++ dari masa hidup gue selama ini. Dan gue merasa masih belum berkontribusi lebih bagi keluarga khususnya orangtua. Dalam hal ini tidak hanya soal material tapi juga moril walaupun memang yang gue khawatirkan adalah yang pertama. Karena kalau dilihat-lihat, selama 17 tahun gue tidak bisa memberikan apa-apa selain meminta, meminta, dan meminta. Sejujurnya gue malu kalau misalnya lagi nonton bareng di ruang TV trus ada acara yang berisikan tentang segala macam jenis &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;success youth people&lt;/span&gt; yang inspiratif. Really, gue benar-benar menohok banget kalo mengalami hal itu. Yang selalu terlintas di pikiran saat itu adalah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Selama ini lo ngapain aja May?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue tidak mengatakan apa yang telah gue alami selama 17 tahun kebelakang khususnya masa di mana gue belajar banyak hal itu tidak berguna bagi gue, ngga-ngga, sama sekali berguna, sangat berguna. Tapi apakah cuma sampe di sini gue doang yang merasakan itu berguna? Gimana dengan orang-orang di sekitar, apa udah ngerasain manfaat dari apa yang telah gue lakukan selama ini? Nah kayak gitu tuh pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang terlintas di otak gue sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah gue cukup memaklumi dengan segala kegiatan yang menyita waktu selama ini, sungguh gue sama sekali ngga menyesalinya karena gue merasa itu adalah bagian dari keinginan gue yang tentunya udah gue pilih dengan pertimbangan yang matang sekaligus gue ingin itu bermanfaat buat ke depannya. Dalam hal ini juga termasuk soal kuliah, bukan berarti yang non-akademis aja. Sama aja dengan kuliah yang selama ini gue habiskan waktunya dari jam 8 sampe jam 4. Cuma, apa gue udah bisa memberikan manfaat atau feedback ke orang-orang di sekitar khususnya orangtua gue setelah gue meminta mereka untuk memberikan gue kesempatan dan segala fasilitas yang udah mereka kasih selama ini? Well, that's the point, yang semakin lama semakin terasa kalo gue ulang-ulang terus. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Gue harus melakukan sesuatu. Gue harus melakukan sesuatu!".&lt;/span&gt; But what? Keinginan itu muncul tapi tidak diikuti dengan jawaban dari apa yang harus gue lakukan. Liat aja dari sisi akademis, gue bukan tipe anak yang pantas untuk dibanggakan karena nilai-nilai yang tinggi. Karena &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;, otak gue tidak memacu gue untuk berorientasi pada nilai walaupun gue tahu itu sangatlah diperlukan. Tapi apa daya, gue hanya berfikir bahwa nilai hanyalah sebuah patokan yang muncul buat gue supaya gue bisa melewatinya. Ya, melewatinya. Terdengar tidak bertujuan hidup memang, tapi ya begitulah gue lebih memilih untuk menjalani segala sesuatu dengan menikmati apa yang gue senangi tanpa harus diatur ini begini itu begitu. Padahal hidup itu kan ngga sebebas yang kita kira, banyak hal yang ngga sejalan sesuai dengan keinginan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan cita-cita pun masih abstrak melayang ngga tergambarkan di kepala gue walaupun ada beberapa keinginan cuma belum melihat probabilitas kemungkinan akan kepastiannya. Dan bagaimana cara gue untuk meraih itu semua pun belum terencanakan di otak sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren gue ngobrol banyak sama temen-temen gue, dan gue berfikir gilak yah bentar lagi ngga lama kita udah menginjak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;twenty something&lt;/span&gt;. Kalo dibilang terlalu awal bagi gue untuk mengkhawatirkannya di saat sekarang juga ngga, karena sejujurnya gue benar-benar sudah was-was! Apa bisa selama beberapa tahun ini gue merencanakan segala sesuatunya. Dulu pas lagi cerita sama salah seorang teman gue bernama &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt;, gue pernah merencanakan hidup gue selama 10 tahun ke depan. Tapi ternyata, segala sesuatu tidak berjalan dengan sesuai apa yang telah direncanakan. Rencana gue gagal? Ya, tapi gue merasa gue mendapatkan hal yang lebih baik, insya Allah. Cuma bagaimana gue beradaptasi supaya apa yang gue dapatkan selama ini bisa mengantarkan gue mencapai rencana yang itu atau dengan membuat rencana yang lain-lah yang sulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ampun, terlalu cepatkah bagi gue untuk memikirkan ini? Mungkin sebagian dari kita semua bisa bilang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ngga papa kok, toh kalo ini bisa membuat kita siap siaga."&lt;/span&gt; Atau mungkin sebagian juga bisa bilang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Santailah, masih muda ini. Nikmatin aja hidup lo."&lt;/span&gt; Gue mencoba untuk menjalaninya dengan santai, tapi bukan berarti gue berleha-leha dan tidak mempersiapkan segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, go ahead and get your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih untuk orang-orang yang selama ini telah menginspirasi gue dalam hal berfikir seperti ini. Karena kalau gue begini terus, kapan gue bisa sadar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-9121836637897458238?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/9121836637897458238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=9121836637897458238' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9121836637897458238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9121836637897458238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/fifteen-minutes-before-i-end-up-this.html' title='Fifteen minutes before I end up this month'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3921607614484220183</id><published>2009-05-31T15:28:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:54:01.903+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>The last day of this month for being a homebody; BARA PATTIRADJAWANE I'm here!!!  I did it yeahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1705/8/n47345689428_524.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1705/8/n47345689428_524.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkat nonton suami gua kemaren masak (Bara Pattiradjawane), gue jd tergiur untuk mencobanya di rumah. Well, hari ini gue benar-benar menghabiskan waktu di rumah, ngga di rumah juga sih tadi sempet nemenin bokap nyokap belanja bulanan. Gilak, gue hari ini berasa anak tunggal! Kakak gue tiga-tiganya ngga ada di rumah hari ini, walhasil nemenin mereka deh ngarrefour. Dan gue sekonyong-konyong langsung merencanakan untuk membuat Roti Bawang! Yeah! Eng ing enggggg........ kalo di plurk ada emoticon (dance) tapi sayang di sini ngga ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahaha garlic bread biasa sih cuma yaaah gimana ya kalo bikin sendiri kan berasa aja gitu nikmatnya. Akhirnya tadi gue seenaknya aja emak gue lg belanja gue ambil roti baguette, peterseli, sm keju quick melt. Berhubung tadi gue liat emak gua udah ngambil mentega banyak jd yah tinggal beli itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah sampe rumah langsung masaklah gue tanpa tedeng aling-aling. Apa kek nyari resepnya dulu gitu di internet. Ini ngga sama sekali, sotoy abis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SiJC-Kt_5aI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zFW7pQkdg5s/s1600-h/Image(422).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SiJC-Kt_5aI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zFW7pQkdg5s/s200/Image(422).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341905743811437986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaaaaaaa. Gua tegang. Halah hahahaha leboy. Emak gue kayak ngga mau tau gitu tapi dia boalk-balik ke dapur ngeliatin gue masak. Gilak ya sumpah yang namanya masak itu susah. Kata nyokap gue, tuh kan makanya bersyukurlah Mama masih bisa dan mau masakin, yg namanya masak itu ngga gampang. Hehe gue jg kan masih nyoba-nyoba dan ini jg gue dari kemaren bikin ini bikin itu karena iseng-iseng doang. Tapi beneran deh, nyincang peterselinya itu loh! Bikin kesel banget. Mana pas adonannya udah jd gue lupa suatu hal yang paling utama lagi. yaitu BAWANG PUTIH. Huahahahaha pantesen kayaknya ada yg kurang ternyata gue belum nyincang dan masukin bawang putihnya. Sungguh tol........tolong ya May itu lah yg utamanya, kalo ngga ya bukan grlcbrd namanya. Ih gue suka deh nulisnya grlcbrd. Huahahaha ngga penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo di plurk ada emoticon (woot) pas ngeliat hasilnya gini nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SiJE-iS_4JI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TcozMcs8I54/s1600-h/Image(423).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SiJE-iS_4JI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TcozMcs8I54/s200/Image(423).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341907949163896978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SiJGFVi4EyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1jkQ1YnuMpY/s1600-h/Image(427).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SiJGFVi4EyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1jkQ1YnuMpY/s200/Image(427).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341909165511545634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3921607614484220183?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3921607614484220183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3921607614484220183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3921607614484220183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3921607614484220183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-this-month-for-being.html' title='The last day of this month for being a homebody; BARA PATTIRADJAWANE I&apos;m here!!!  I did it yeahs'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SiJC-Kt_5aI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zFW7pQkdg5s/s72-c/Image(422).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2355231915409519752</id><published>2009-05-29T18:30:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:55:18.371+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Where is the moment we needed the most? You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vizcarra.info/fotos/spanish/deporte/barsa/barca2006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 402px;" src="http://www.vizcarra.info/fotos/spanish/deporte/barsa/barca2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that they (Manchester United) would be the winner, but I was wrong. Barcelona is really more than a team, they made me absolutely staggered and speechless. I always support Manchester United but we have to admit that Barcelona deserved to get a standing ovation in the culmination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contrast.ie/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/locked-door-sign.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 630px; height: 720px;" src="http://www.contrast.ie/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/locked-door-sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was locked by the door. Sooooooooo stupid. 30 minutes stupefied at the back of a bathroom's door and cursed the door leaves for getting me out. Huge thanks for the carpenter and enough for my sisters who were act very not decorous to laughed at me all the time. I was just an innocent who were tricked down by a.........DOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevillesgarden.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/pissy.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://nevillesgarden.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/pissy.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, my stupidity. I forgot to bring my final exam legitimation paper. I was walking down the stairs on and on back and forth from the third floor then to another building. I didn't notice to bring my bag, it was a panic so I apologized, because I just had my an hour ten minutes remaining time to do the exam. Then, on the two last days, fifty bucks have to be turned out dramatically from my pocket (with a dramatically back sound too for sure). AKH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2355231915409519752?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2355231915409519752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2355231915409519752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2355231915409519752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2355231915409519752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-kick-up-leaves-and-magic-is-lost.html' title='Where is the moment we needed the most? You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4346511039254920458</id><published>2009-05-23T01:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:56:05.121+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Is it any wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I..I always thought that I knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd always have the right to&lt;br /&gt;Be living in the kingdom of the good and true and so on&lt;br /&gt;But now I think how I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And you were laughing along&lt;br /&gt;And now I look a fool for thinking you were on, my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder that I feel uptight&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I don't know what's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know where I am&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Stranded in the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a soundbite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, these days&lt;br /&gt;After all the misery you made&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder that I feel afraid&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left inside this old cathedral&lt;br /&gt;Just the sad lonely spires&lt;br /&gt;How do you make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4346511039254920458?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4346511039254920458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4346511039254920458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4346511039254920458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4346511039254920458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-any-wonder.html' title='Is it any wonder?'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-814186468796939686</id><published>2009-05-23T00:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:56:25.724+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Yesterday's Today's and Tomorrow's Capture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ShbnLcTT2eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OXOxaUEiVwM/s1600-h/garyfernandez.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ShbnLcTT2eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OXOxaUEiVwM/s320/garyfernandez.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338708592056064482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-814186468796939686?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/814186468796939686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=814186468796939686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/814186468796939686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/814186468796939686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Today&apos;s and Tomorrow&apos;s Capture'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ShbnLcTT2eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OXOxaUEiVwM/s72-c/garyfernandez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-9084489259564470865</id><published>2009-05-16T18:11:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:57:36.286+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Inconsistency pt. II</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya, gue menonton juga Angels &amp;amp; Demons setelah berencana untuk menahannya hingga gue selese UAS. Tapi sungguh ku tak bisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gue ngga membaca bukunya, sama seperti ketidakmampuan gue untuk membaca buku dengan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;level of imagination&lt;/span&gt; yang terlalu tinggi untuk orang-orang seperti gue. Iya, orang-orang yang lebih menikmati buku romantis dan historis semacam Nicholas Sparks atau Jane Austen punya. Gue sama sekali tidak bisa membaca buku karya orang-orang jenius semacam JK Rowling, Stephanie Meyer, atau Dan Brown. Bahkan penulis sekaliber Indonesia Andrea Hirata pun ngga pernah gue baca! Hahaha. Yeah, whatever it'll be said, I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gue lebih memilih untuk menonton filmnya, walau orang-orang selalu beranggapan apa yg digambarkan sebuah film yang diangkat dari sebuah buku sangatlah jauh hasilnya, seperti gue yg lebih suka versi bukunya A Walk to Remember ketimbang filmnya, tapi buktinya saking tergila-gilanya sama tuh buku, gue nonton sampe belasan kali tuh filmnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi gue nonton sama Kak Galuh, gara-gara gue ngajak dia nonton setelah kita ngobrol tentang Freemason. Yang ingin gue pertanyakan di sini adalah, siapa sih Dan Brown? Tadinya gue kagum dengan karakter fiktif Robert Langdon, tapi ternyata gue lebih kagum dengan penciptanya, Dan Brown. Mengapa ia sejenius itu? Hahaha sama seperti reaksi gue kalo abis nonton film-filmnya Harry Potter. Mengapa JK Rowling sejenius itu? Well, gue ingin membuka sebuah kejujuran dari lubuk hati yang terdalam, Anda boleh tertawa, boleh jungkir balik, maupun kayang atau lilin. Karena gue belum pernah nonton Twilight! Huahahahahahaha. Tertawalah, karena menurut gue itu hal yang wajar kalo gue belum nonton, tapi setiap gue bilang gitu sama orang, kenapa orang-orang selalu tertawa? Cih. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan kenapa gue tidak memberanikan diri untuk menonton Twilight adalah, karena gue tau, ujung-ujungnya gue bakal &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; dan tergila-gila dengan karakter Edward Cullen! Hahahaha, tattuuuuuutttt. Jadi hingga sekarang gue tidak mau menonton itu, cukup sudah gue tergila-gila dengan karakter Landon Carter yang awalnya menyebalkan tapi ujung-ujungnya gue kagum karena kesetiaannya. Apalagi Edward Cullen yang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;behavior&lt;/span&gt;-nya sangat membuat setiap wanita jatuh hati saking tulusnya ia dengan Bella Swan. Dan untungnya, gue sama sekali tidak penasaran dengan Twilight. Tapi, mendengar si Dakota Fanning bakal main di yg New Moon, membuat penasaran gue muncul supaya nonton. Akh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya mengenai Angels &amp;amp; Demons the movie, memang jauh beda ya dengan Da Vinci Code yang sangat kelihatan menentang Gereja. Kalau di sini, terlihat sekali pro-Gereja nya. Dan gue sangat kagum dengan apa yang dikatakan oleh si Pemimpin Rapat bahwa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Setiap agama memiliki kekurangan."&lt;/span&gt; WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, yang gue dapatkan adalah, tujuan awal dari para Illuminati sebenarnya memang untuk kebaikan, di mana ilmu pengetahuan itu ada dan akan terus ada walaupun tidak selalu berjalan berdampingan dengan agama. Karena ilmu pengetahuan bekerja untuk selalu mendapatkan akar dari mana segala sesuatu di dunia ini tercipta, namun agama lebih mengajak kita semua untuk menghargai apa yang telah tercipta. Dan hal ini menyebabkan masalah yang akhirnya berlarut-larut hingga sekarang dikarenakan kondisi pada saat itu yang memaksa ilmu pengetahuan dianggap sebagai sesuatu yang bertentangan dengan agama. Kita tidak memungkiri bahwa seorang Galileo, menemukan teori heliosentris tentu untuk kebaikan akan kemajuan ilmu pengetahuan. Namun karena bertentangan dengan apa yang selama ini telah didoktrin oleh Gereja, maka semua yang berhubungan dengan sains pada saat itu dilarang. Dan itulah yang menyebabkan para Illuminati memberontak dan sekarang, mencoba untuk membalas dendamnya. Patrick (McGregor) benar-benar seorang illmunati yang menunjukkan bahwa kejahatan tidak selamanya harus ditunjukkan dengan kekerasan. Well, mungkin itu yang ingin disampaikan oleh seorang Dan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pertama kali mendengar Illuminati dari internet, di mana gue mendapat email dari entah siapa yang mengirimkan info mengenai Freemason. Awalnya gue pikir itu cuma hoax atau apalah itu namanya yang kaskus punya. Karena gue tidak terlalu mengikuti kaskus, jadi gue cuma baca-baca hal yang menarik-menarik aja. Dan sungguh hal itu masih membuat gue percaya tidak percaya mengenai Freemason masa kini. Karena ternyata banyak orang-orang hebat dari masa lampau yang berjasa membuat dunia ini berjalan lebih baik merupakan duta Freemason. Termasuk Catherine the Great, wow. Lalu gue pun mencari-cari info, dan makin lama hal ini mengaitkan kita mengenai masalah yang tidak pernah kunjung selesai, Yahudi dan Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoahm. Gue ngantuk, kita lanjutin kapan-kapan aja ya pembahasannya. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-9084489259564470865?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/9084489259564470865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=9084489259564470865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9084489259564470865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9084489259564470865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/inconsistency-pt-ii.html' title='Inconsistency pt. II'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4088480120900286355</id><published>2009-05-11T00:49:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:58:47.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Rapel Cerita Buat Menutup Seminggu Lebih Ke Depan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My greatest fear is having the sudden thoughts that only appear on my mind and with saying it and it happens."&lt;/span&gt; --Dustin Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gue dikejutkan dengan sesuatu yang sebenarnya bukan karena isinya yang bikin kaget, tapi karena yang terucap oleh mulut ini ternyata benar-lah yang sedikit membuat kekhawatiran. Tolong, apakah saya Tuhan? (minta ditabok). Amfun ya Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berawal dari tebak-tebakan berhadiahnya si Amalia Hapsari, ngga nebak juga sih cuma asal ngomong pas lagi ngobrol dan ternyata oh ternyata... benar kata pepatah, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mulut adalah harimau&lt;/span&gt;, terlebih lagi macan, yang bisa menerkam siapa saja yang lewat di depannya. Hehe ngga nyambung juga sih sama pepatahnya. Cuma pengen menyingkronkan aja bahwa kita harus berhati-hati terhadap perkataan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang apa sih? Hadogh! Bisa berabe kalo diumbar di sini. Jadi gini intinya, lagi cerita-cerita sama Lia kemaren. Trus pas lagi ngobrol, gue asal ngomong aja nyebut sesuatu itu, dan ternyata benar. Gilak, kurang Mama Laurent apa coba? Huahahaha berkali-kali mengalami kejadian seperti itu. Mungkin suatu saat nanti ada toko di sebelah rumah gue, semacam penyedia jasa layanan Fortune Teller atau Palm Reading atau Primbon sekalian dengan bintangnya........... Madame Mayang. (ngeyel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SgcfyboDgGI/AAAAAAAAATw/SHu1qXeIwxo/s1600-h/Image(328).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SgcfyboDgGI/AAAAAAAAATw/SHu1qXeIwxo/s200/Image(328).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267234913321058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, si Beha alias Achmad Baihaqi lagi heboh dengan komen orang-orang di blognya tuh. Gue jadi suka ngikutin walaupun memilih untuk berkomentar senetral-netralnya. Mengenai film yang baru saja ditonton olehnya, dan seperti manusia-biasa-yang-baru-keluar-dari-studio-bioaskop, terkadang kita sukalah itu apa yang namanya ngedumel, menggerutu, memuji, kagum, atau bahkan mencaci-maki dan bahkan bilang kalo pengen nonton lagi, yah pada intinya berkomentarlah tentang filmnya. Sayang sekali hal ini tidak bisa disatukan dengan masih minimnya kebesaran jiwa masyarakat Indonesia untuk menerima segala bentuk opini yang ditujukan kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya gue agak menohok juga dengan komen dari yang nulis kalo dia sutradaranya tentang "kerja keras crew". Itu memang sungguh patut buat dihargai. Dan gue salut dia mau mengakui bahwa "kritik adalah pelajaran". Tapi masih ada nada-nada sindiran yang membuatnya terlihat tidak arif. Jadi yah gue cuma cukup komentar dengan berlagak sok bijak sama Beha bahwa seperti apa yang dikatakan oleh Soekarno, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;untuk menjadi orang itu harus dipenjara terlebih dahulu&lt;/span&gt;. Nah, dapet kan intinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pikir tidak ada salahnya untuk berkomentar toh negara ini demokrasi kan katanya. Apalagi kalo udah menyangkut soal film, ya wajarlah, ada yang suka ada juga yang ngga. Kecuali kalo untuk urusan personal ye, bakal lebih baik kalo ngomong langsung biar jelas. Tapi ini film, setiap orang bebas berkomentar walau memang harus disaring juga demi kebaikan orang-orang yang terlibat di dalamnya supaya bisa ngambil positifnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gue belum pernah nonton tuh film, tapi melihat kehebohan itu, gue jadi pengen nonton. Nah kan, ada sisi positifnya juga, ternyata bisa menambah 1 orang lagi yang pengen nonton. Waduh, apa ini sebuah konspirasi supaya banyak yang nonton? Huahaha ngga-ngga, mendingan jangan mikir yang jelek-jelek. Keep working aja Beh, seperti apa kata Jamie Sullivan terhadap pertanyaannya Landon Carter. Emang deh yah mantaf banget kan A Walk to Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong-ngomong soal konspirasi, jadi inget tajuk-tajuk terkemuka minggu ini mengenai penangkapan Antasari Azhar. Masih tidak ada kejelasan. Bikin penasaran banget ya. Tapi yang bikin kesel, tadi gue nonton berita sama bokap nyokap mengenai tertundanya pembentukan Undang-Undang Tipikor oleh DPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bokap gue bilang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ya iyalah ngga dibikin-bikin, wong kalo dibikin sama aja DPR menjerumuskan dirinya sendiri karena banyak anggotanya yang korupsi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kata emak gue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ngga ada uangnya, jadi ngga dibikin-bikin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahahaha. Pendapat yang berbeda tapi memiliki satu tujuan yang sama. Si Gayus Lumbuun anggota DPR yang juga anggota pansusnya bilang, karena sedang sibuk Pemilu Legislatif kemaren jadinya pembentukan UU Tipikor tertunda, maka dari itu akan segera dibuat bulan Agustus. Bulan Agustus bukannya udah ada legislator-legislator baru ya? Weleh weleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo udah begitu, tentunya Pengadilan Tipikor bakal bubar dengan sendirinya karena ngga ada UU yang ngatur. Jadi segala kasus korupsi yang ditemukan oleh KPK bakal jatuh ke pengadilan yang biasa, yang dalam hal ini melibatkan Kejaksaan dan Kepolisian. Hadogh, lagi-lagi gue harus miris kalau harus melihat Herman Supandji dicecer karena kelakuan anak buahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong-ngomong soal DPR yang ngga selese-selese bikin UU, gue jadi takut nih, masih banyak tugas yang belum gue selesaikan. Gue ngga mau jadi kayak mereka. Oh iya seminggu lagi UAS, sudah cukup bosan kan mendengar kegundah-gulanaan gue mengenai kuliah? Ya sudahlah ya, kita lihat saja nanti, barangkali gue akan off selama dua minggu dari iseng-iseng nulis di sini. Karena sebelumnya kemaren gue nekat masih ngeblog pas lagi UTS. Alhasil, terbukti bahwa penyesalan selalu datang terakhir. Mungkin memang bukan hanya karena ngeblog, banyak faktor lain, jadi mulai sekarang sadarlah kau Mayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari minggu-minggu setelah UTS kemaren gue udah mulai nyicil-nyicil dikit walaupun masih dalam suasan hectic, jadi doakan saya yaaaaa! Supaya bisa menempuh segala konsekuensi akibat kemaren yang harus dipertanggungjawabkan oleh gue saat ini, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan sebelumnya gue pernah bilang, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I will run my best to chase something big out there&lt;/span&gt;, dan kali ini &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with better way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Semangat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4088480120900286355?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4088480120900286355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4088480120900286355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4088480120900286355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4088480120900286355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/rapel-cerita-buat-menutup-seminggu.html' title='Rapel Cerita Buat Menutup Seminggu Lebih Ke Depan'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SgcfyboDgGI/AAAAAAAAATw/SHu1qXeIwxo/s72-c/Image(328).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5441358036701227538</id><published>2009-05-07T00:54:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:59:15.925+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>3 Elements : Learning, Earning, &amp; Yearning</title><content type='html'>Wah-wah-wah ini singkron sekali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Career choice&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I could have been a painter painting life in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;All I saw in a day on canvas with my brush.&lt;br /&gt;But I was just painting my life in a song.&lt;br /&gt;Getting all the chords right getting all the words wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I could have been so much.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasted my time on useless guitars.&lt;br /&gt;I could have been so much.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not, and I'm glad, and I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos when I was a kid I was best at whatever I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue (me)rindu nyanyi lagu ini sambil teriak-teriak bareng Citta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't say you love me&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We've done this once and then you closed the door&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall again for nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me unless forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you need me, if you're not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me this feeling, I'll only believe it&lt;br /&gt;Make it real or take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5441358036701227538?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5441358036701227538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5441358036701227538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5441358036701227538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5441358036701227538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-elements-learning-earning-yearning.html' title='3 Elements : Learning, Earning, &amp; Yearning'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-922162621000007632</id><published>2009-05-04T00:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:00:15.494+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow Dag Dig Dug</title><content type='html'>Kali ini, siklus tidur gue tidak lebih baik dari kemaren. Entah kenapa ngantuk dan capek aja, barangkali ini akumulasi dari siklus yang kemaren-kemaren hehe. Kalo lagi banyak pikiran, bawaannya tidur jadi ngga bener, tidur bisa tapi suka kebangun abis itu tidur lagi trus kebangun lagi. Berarti emang pikiran yang selama ini menghantui gue harus segera diselesaikan tentunya. Gue beneran kepikiran banget masalah kuliah, kalo udah muncul itu pasti bawaannya gue langsung deg-degan entah kenapa. Kalo denger orang ngomongin tugas, gue langsung kepikiran tugas-tugas gue. Kalo orang ngomongin bolos, gue langsung kepikiran bolos-bolos gue yang memprihatinkan haha. Gue yakin banget semester genap ini ngga bisa menghasilkan sesuatu yang lebih baik dari semester kemaren. *ouch. Kalo katanya Gaeby, itu semua tergantung dari sugesti gue mau lebih baik atau ngga, mau bisa atau ngga, mau optimis atau pesimis. Emang iya bener apa yang dibilang Gaeby, tapi buat munculin sugesti yang udah kecampur-aduk sama perasaan deg-degan dan keyakinan kalo naudzubillahimindzalik gue ngga bakal bisa itu susah banget loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi gue ngomong sama emak babe gue soal SP. Well, mereka memang sama sekali tidak ada masalah. Cuma satu yang mereka tekankan, ”Kalo emang SP bisa ngebikin kamu lebih banyak ngambil manfaatnya buat ke depan, ya udah kenapa ngga dijalanin aja.” Yaaah maksud ”manfaat” di sini adalah nyodok dan bisa lulus cepet serta nilai gue yang kemaren-kemaren bisa lebih baik nantinya, terus gue mikir lagi, buat jurusan gue, yang namanya lulus kurang dari 4 tahun itu ajaib dan mukjizat banget, Sri Mulyani aja lulus 4 tahun hahaha. Terus gue mikir lagi, ada resiko yang harus gue ambil ketika gue memutuskan untuk ikut SP, yaitu kalo nilai gue jatoh pas SP, tentunya bakal ngejatohin jauuuuuhhh banget nilai-nilai gue yang kemaren. Tapi kalo nilai gue tinggi, bakal naikin nilai gue yang sebelumnya ngga lebih dari berapa persen. Yahhh gitu sih kata orang-orang, gue belum tau juga. Selama ini gue cuma bisa nanya-nanya orang aja kayak gimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libur tiga bulan gue tadinya pengen gue habiskan buat cari kerjaan lain kayak magang dimana gitu, yah kerjaan di dunia baru yang bisa ngajarin gue banyak hal, gue tuh suka banget yang namanya mencoba-coba sesuatu, suka sotoy. Hadogh gue pengen banget balik ke Universal, aaarrrhhh. Depok-Sudirman bakal gue kejar dan tempuh kalau saja tidak ada SP haha. Ya sudahlah, apapun keputusannya, gue harus selalu melakukan yang terbaik supaya ngga ada kekecewaan nantinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat urusan pelajaran, bokap nyokap gue emang orangtua yang tipenya ”Kamu yang ngejalanin, mau baik atau buruk, kamu yang bakal ngerasain akibatnya.” Ngga cuek juga sih, tapi lebih ke pada ngajarin gue buat selalu tanggung jawab sama apa yang udah gue putuskan. Pas SMA, bokap gue pernah dipanggil ke sekolah gara-gara apa ya gue lupa, remedial lebih dari 10 mata pelajaran apah? Dan bokap gue sama sekali ngga marah meeeeeeeennn, yah emang bokap gue beda sih sama nyokap, dia eh beliau emang jarang marah, tapi sekalinya marah hiyaaaaah gempar deh dunia. Kalo emak gue sih, cerewet banget waktu itu. Tapi dari situ gue malah lebih sadar dan nilai gue juga akhirnya naik walau pada akhirnya tetap aja emang udah takdir gue untuk selalu menjadi orang yang FLUKTUATIF dalam hal akademis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas SMP gue inget banget gue rangking 12, tiba-tiba aja gue rangking 2 di kelas aksel, meeeeennnn gue rangking 2 di kelas yang kata orang ”Ih apa sih anak aksel.” Ngga bermaksud sombong sumpah. Cuma pengen nunjukkin seberapa labilnya gue aja dalam hal akademis. Gue aja bingung kenapa kok bisa. Trus tiba-tiba abis itu gue langsung jatoh lagi jauuuuuhhhh banget ke rangking berapalah gue lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya gue mau cerita soal kejadian gue di Bikun huahahahahaha. Hari apa ya, hari rabu yang lalu, gue sama Gaeby pulang naik Bikun, dia turun di Kutek, gue turun di Gerbatama, nah pas dia udah turun nih, di Bikun AC yang baru sedep asoy itu kan suka muterin lagu-lagu gitu kan yah, kadang dangdut kadang Maroon 5, terkadang Naff kadang Mulan Jameela hahaha. Iya nah tiba-tiba aja keputer lagu Nina Bobo. Kali ini Nina Bobo versi setan kuntilanak apalah itu! Anying serem banget sumpah, jadi tuh lagunya kayak ngga ada irama eh nada eh suara eh lagu iya itu maksud gue ngga ada musiknya. Jadi cuma ada suara wanita nyanyi Nina Bobo tanpa musik, jadi kayak bersenandung nidurin anaknya gitu. Gilak seremnya minta ampun sampe penumpang Bikun yang lain pun pada ketakutan dan minta lagunya diganti huahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan menurut gue, itu kocak banget sumpah, gue ngga tau kenapa bisa ngerasa hal itu kocak banget apa karena ngeliat orang lain ketakutan atau emang suasananya yang sebenernya merinding tapi gue nya ngga sadar atau apa, walhasil gue ngga bisa nahan ketawa, yaaah tau sendiri gue emang paling susah kalo disuruh nahan ketawa, karena emang gue easily-consoled. Dan tertawa ngakaklah gue, sumpah itu gue beneren ketawa ngakak sengakak-ngakaknya. Dan pas gue ngakak, gue ngeliat orang-orang di sekitar gue pada merhatiin gue ketawa. Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikiran yang terlintas pada saat itu juga, apa gue dikira orang gila ya? Mana gue duduknya di kursi paling belakang lagi, dan dipojok! Hiyaaaaahhh. Saat itu juga gue mencari-cari barangkali ada orang yang gue kenal yang bisa gue ajak ketawa bareng juga. Tapi tidak ada! Sitmeeeeeeeeennnnn, akhirnya gue terdiam dan membiarkan orang lain berfikiran yang macam-macam tentang gue. Ya sudahlah, toh bentar lagi juga gue turun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 ada orang cowok ngga tinggi palanya botak pindah dari berdiri trus duduk di sebelah gue dan nanyain&lt;br /&gt;”Turun di mana, Mbak?” sontak gue kaget kan, kali ini gue yang berfikir macam-macam.&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue nanya ”Oh, siapa, saya?”&lt;br /&gt;”Iya.” dia bilang.&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue jawab ”Oh, di Gerbatama.”&lt;br /&gt;Abistu dia komentar, ”Wah, jauh banget dong yah muternya.”&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue cuma senyum dan ngekek aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pikiran gue, tenang Maaaaaaasss, gue bukan setan yang suka lama berada di dalam Bikun kok, walaupun emang gue suka kalo muter dulu biar bisa ngadem bentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-922162621000007632?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/922162621000007632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=922162621000007632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/922162621000007632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/922162621000007632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow-dag-dig-dug.html' title='Tomorrow Dag Dig Dug'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4510675053841149910</id><published>2009-04-18T14:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:00:54.213+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Another chasing pavement</title><content type='html'>As what I have said before, maybe a few months ago, when I tried to consider something between my unstopping infatuation and what I never been thought. Then, a verse of a song was back and forth in my mind tried to make me realized that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when you tried your best but you don’t succeed, when you get what you want but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, I thanked God, and (now) it is still being what I need. But time goes by and I was walking too far ahead, and thought that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there must be more to life than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always some people like me who do not really pay attention to the quantitative one, but it is not always that rough, because actually, we have to make it balanced. So the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tension is here, the tension is here, between whom you are and who you could be, between how it is and how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be born as a human which ever been in ups and downs, these high and low encouragements, and all the unstable conditions which dynamically stay in the fluctuation time. And I am ready for all the consequences that I did, and also admitted that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned, mistake overturned so I call it a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pull myself to think that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll never give up, never give in, never let a ray of doubt slip in, and if I fall, I'll never fail, I'll just get up and try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fix you, there’s gotta be more to life, dare you to move, as I am lesson learned, and win&lt;/span&gt;. I will run my best to chase something big out there—I only have a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4510675053841149910?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4510675053841149910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4510675053841149910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4510675053841149910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4510675053841149910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-chasing-pavement.html' title='Another chasing pavement'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3302017846163535266</id><published>2009-04-15T21:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:01:12.858+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Nyempil lagi deh kayak upil</title><content type='html'>Selagi stres, pusing, hectic, dan dikejar-kejar, mari menulis sejenak. Gue ingin membuat suasana yang tegang semakin tegang, hahaha. Kadangkala, hati yang lelah letih lesu loyo lemah lunglai lebay ini harus dibuat panik supaya terstimulasi. Menurut gue, coolmeeeeeennnn when you have to do what you have to do, and you make such a little thing which ain't going on your way with doing some thingumajigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugas menumpuk kayak pupuk di gubug minta ditimpuk. Padahal besok si anu minta semuanya dikumpulin, lebih bikin panik lagi belum semuanya tersalin, yang satu lagi musti siap-siap ditanyain, pas disuruh maju ternyata presentasi belum dibikin. Apalagi ya yang belakangnya in in in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh gue udah semakin gila ini,&lt;br /&gt;Bikin pantun buat lagu-nya Project Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah udah ah, kayanya gue udah mulai panik nih. Waktu semakin dekat, 9 jam lagi, oh tidak-tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siasat pertama gue lakukan dengan meminjam buku. Kedua dengan minum dua jenis kopi untuk satu jenis alasan yang sama. Kita lihat saja hasilnya. Satu hal yang sudah pasti, besok gue akan duduk manis sambil menelungkupkan kedua tangan di dahi menunduk ke bawah berkali-kali. Dan mata gue udah ngga tertahankan kantuknya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3302017846163535266?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3302017846163535266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3302017846163535266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3302017846163535266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3302017846163535266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/04/nyempil-lagi-deh-kayak-upil.html' title='Nyempil lagi deh kayak upil'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8310076294819606817</id><published>2009-04-11T17:59:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:01:50.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>A homebody is being home</title><content type='html'>A homebody does not always feel bored. A homebody practically uses this time to enjoy what we call as a life, doing some kind of unimportant things which are not really have to be done. A homebody reading pages by pages of Vahdventure Storybook by Vahd, the imaginative book one, leads us to come back to the time when we were a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bottle Love Story&lt;br /&gt;Story written by Vahd Mulachela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Once there was a time and once there was not, a time when bottles were in love with each other. In a supermarket, a tomato ketchup bottle was in love with a perfume bottle. They were on the shelves, on a corner next to each other. Up there was the ketchup bottle; down there on the opposite lower side was the perfume’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, bottles were very smart at hiding their feelings, that even the shop keeper didn’t realise a thing of their romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not only because this perfume bottle was sweet, that the ketchup bottle adored, but also because... “she was tall and she has beautiful style. She was made by professional designers, and was decorated with red cap as if it was her summer hat. The contour of her glass was smooth and shining like skin of an apple, made of crystal-like material, so clear and reflecting light. If a scent of perfume by which she was filled blew in the wind; it brought dreams of a peaceful spring. Anyone who smells it would love to hold her closely and never let her away,” said the ketchup bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ketchup bottle was up there where dust usually rests. Its design was much simpler; its personality was shaped by an image of tomatoes that filled it. Red, and doesn’t smell very pleasant compared to a flower. Thus the ketchup bottle was shy, and could only stare at the perfume bottle from a distance and unable to tell of its passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, a young couple of costumers came in to buy cologne. As soon as the woman found the prettiest one, which was this perfume-in-red-capped bottle, she decided to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For its good price the shop owner was happy; but the ketchup bottle was left broken hearted and of course it felt jealous. Can you imagine that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ketchup bottle would think of committing suicide by slipping out from someone’s hand and breaking apart on the floor, since it didn’t have legs to jump by itself. Or else, it would think of the perfume bottle all day and night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the ketchup bottle was surprised that a French cook, who was the woman’s husband, looked for tomato for his ingredient at home. “C’est tres bien!,” he said and grabbed the ketchup bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that, a kitchen was the place for the ketchup bottle. It was serving delicate French fries with tomatoes, and each time a menu was cooked, its content was decreasing bit by bit until it was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ketchup bottle was not thrown away immediately though; instead, it was washed and placed next to olive oil. It now became an oil bottle’s friend. Greasy and placed near to fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, look how dirty I am now. My dearest perfume bottle must not recognize me anymore,” it thought to itself, missing dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days passed, the chef came into the kitchen with a plastic bag on his hand. “Alors,” he said, “now I have bought a new bottle for oil. This old one should go into rubbish”. And he took the ketchup bottle and placed it on garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ketchup bottle lay on the basket, almost it was breaking apart. But then it found the perfume bottle sleeping next to it. Empty, with the red cap and the fragrance of spring remain concrete. “Hmmm...” They both were happy to be together; and they made clinging noises as if they were laughing, and hugging, and kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went together now, by a truck to a recycling centre on a country side. In this place, they were made blended together; with this and that chemical processes as if they were getting married. So now and forever they will become a new glassware: a cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends, the cookie jar is here on my table. I filled it with biscuits, and it is good to have biscuit next to my cup of tea... especially when writing you a story like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a homebody is shopping with mother, buying a basket of fruits. And for this time, a homebody does not care of a stack of her number one favorite, Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.preventionindonesia.com/files/article/photo/20509_orange%20slice%2042-15574524.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.preventionindonesia.com/files/article/photo/20509_orange%20slice%2042-15574524.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, a homebody found her another favorite, roasted thailand coconut. Huahahaha. And took some kind of freaking pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SeCDZCD18oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D9ta9OC7WTI/s1600-h/Image(315).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SeCDZCD18oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D9ta9OC7WTI/s320/Image(315).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323399225624883842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The roasted coconut is typing a blog post about itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SeCDu5AiN3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/QZqz1OvGqaw/s1600-h/Image(307).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SeCDu5AiN3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/QZqz1OvGqaw/s320/Image(307).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323399601152210802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The roasted coconut was being taken over away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SeCEW7EsNvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/--XRxCCHVmQ/s1600-h/Image(314).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SeCEW7EsNvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/--XRxCCHVmQ/s320/Image(314).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323400288901281522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And all-up! The roasted coconut obviously becomes a shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A homebody found another favorite one, red bean slice ice cream and directly wants to make it soon. Here is the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;500 ml milk&lt;br /&gt;300 gr sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 spoon of gelatin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 yolks&lt;br /&gt;2 spoon of sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of red bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 ml milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook the boiling of 500 ml of milk, 300 gr of sugar, and 1 spoon of gelatin. Pour it with the 2 yolks and 2 spoon of sugar. Then, finish it with the 1000 ml of milk. Put it into the ice refrigerator for a while, then fill the pan (20 x 20 x 5 cm) with this batter. And put it into the refrigerator again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is, our red bean slice ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.isnasukendar.multiply.com/image/3/photos/upload/300x300/SKkXJQoKCoMAAHeXhvc1/DSC09537.JPG?et=Ag2riXioLS3GiCamuMpc0A&amp;amp;nmid=111033800" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://images.isnasukendar.multiply.com/image/3/photos/upload/300x300/SKkXJQoKCoMAAHeXhvc1/DSC09537.JPG?et=Ag2riXioLS3GiCamuMpc0A&amp;amp;nmid=111033800" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8310076294819606817?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8310076294819606817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8310076294819606817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8310076294819606817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8310076294819606817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/04/homebody-is-being-home.html' title='A homebody is being home'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SeCDZCD18oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D9ta9OC7WTI/s72-c/Image(315).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4010189191701222501</id><published>2009-04-09T21:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:02:14.219+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Sparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>The putting-on-airs hypothesis</title><content type='html'>I just looked for some good stuffs from my overrated author, Nicholas Sparks on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://nicholassparks.com&lt;/span&gt; (regularly site-checked). And got a little curious thing to do to vote the poll there about people's favorite characters based on Sparks's book. Here we are the result, the five highest rates;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NICHOLAS'S POLL&lt;br /&gt;Votes Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131142 Noah Calhoun&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(The Notebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37171 Landon Carter&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(A Walk to Remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30976 Jamie Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(A Walk to Remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21692 Allie Nelson&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(The Notebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16124 Taylor McAden&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(The Rescue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My showing-off-hypothesis :&lt;br /&gt;Faithful and Loyalty are still being the most favorite choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4010189191701222501?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4010189191701222501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4010189191701222501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4010189191701222501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4010189191701222501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/04/putting-on-airs-hypothesis.html' title='The putting-on-airs hypothesis'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8589111267763062258</id><published>2009-04-04T21:08:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:03:05.423+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Fenomena! Sungguh, Ini Akan Menjadi Fenomena! (Heboh)</title><content type='html'>Malam minggu ini, gue menghabiskan waktu dengan sebuah hiburan yang cukup mengasyikkan. Mengapa mengasyikkan? Karena otot-otot sekitar pipi dan muka gue yang tegang berubah menjadi cukup kendor akibat membaca tulisan-tulisan warga negara Indonesia jaman reformasi sekarang ini di sebuah media dan ketika demokrasi yang mengajak seluruh orang untuk menyuarakan pendapatnya (secara bebas namun terkadang cukup tidak sopan) membuat gue tertawa terbahak-bahak tidak henti-hentinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang memiliki akun penglaris nomor satu di dunia(lebay) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, silahkan membuka ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/pages/Say-NO-to-Megawati/54621826839?sidfa5a876388da6f8236c4b8345476cf21&amp;amp;ref=search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukup menghibur. Sangat menghibur malah. Yang membuatnya menjadi fenomenal adalah, akun ini udah kayak lagi regol di FE UI, sekali di-refresh, yg masuk udah banyak aja. Hahaha. Dalam satu menit bisa 1000 orang kerekrut. Gilak2, apa jadinya kalau hal ini sudah mulai masuk ke media massa seperti televisi macam MetroTv dan TvOne yang lagi heboh-hebohnya mengulas mengenai Pemilu 2009, terlebih lagi empunya salah satu stasiun tv tersebut ternyata kader dari partai koalisinya (eh apa oposisi yaa? waaah ngga tau ya dalemnya haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, gue mau ngomong sedikit sebagai warga negara di negara yang gue sayangi ini, umur gue udah 17 tahun nih dan udah punya KTP, tapi why-oh-why, gue belum jadi DPT (Daftar Pemilih Tetap). Bete. Padahal niat gue untuk memepergunakan suara yang menjadi hak gue sekali lima tahun udah gue persiapkan walaupun masih mencari-cari mana yang harus gue contreng. Emang deh yaa sistem administrasi di Indonesia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi gue nonton berita bertema "Mengapa harus memilih perempuan?". Wah tepat sekali dengan keadaan gue sekarang yang masih belajar untuk melihat sesuatu tidak dengan perspektif salah satu gender. Gue percaya, kemampuan seseorang untuk menjadi pemimpin tidak dilihat dari salah satu gender, melainkan dari pribadi orang itu sendiri. Gue pernah dililit sebuah pertanyaan yang cukup membuat gue down waktu itu, "Kenapa kamu mau jadi pemimpin, padahal kan dalam Islam yang wajib menjadi pemimpin adalah laki-laki?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG JENG.&lt;br /&gt;Gue cukup tertekan saat itu karena gue merasa, pengetahuan gue tentang agama yang gue anut masih belum memadai, jadi gue hanya bisa menjawab seadanya, yaitu pendapat gue sendiri sebagai perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang ada di otak gue sekarang mengenai "Mengapa kita harus memilih perempuan?" adalah, perempuan memang tidak selamanya; selalu baik, tidak pernah korupsi, pintar mengatur anggaran, peka terhadap masalah sosial, dan lain-lain. Dan gue juga tidak berfikir bahwa; Jangan pilih perempuan, perempuan tuh lebih banyak mikir pake hati dan perasaan ketimbang logika dan rasional. Yah, macam gue inilah, yang lebih sering berfikir memakai hati ketimbang logika, makanya, gue sensitif dan terkadang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;out of logics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dunia itu bergerak secara dinamis kan karena berusaha untuk mencapai keseimbangan. Kayak bencana alam sekarang yang sering menimpa kita kan sebenarnya karena bumi berusaha untuk mencari keseimbangannya di dalam kehidupan. Atau kayak harga dan kuantitas yang ada di pasar (huahahaha! omongan lo May, ngga cocok). Sama aja kayak di legislatif sekarang, kita harus memilih orang-orang yang bisa membuat keadaan politik kita seimbang antara hati nurani dan rasionalitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ya wajar aja "Mengapa kita harus memilih perempuan?". Bukan karena perempuan lebih baik dan tidak pernah korupsi atau kasus perselingkuhannya tidak akan terkuak. Ada juga perempuan yang jahat. Tapi lebih kepada berusaha untuk mencapai keseimbangan. Mungkin terdengar "Klise kamu Dek!", tapi mimpi itu kan terkadang datang mulai dari hal yang klise haha. Memang tidak akan pernah sempurna seimbang. Tapi apa salahnya untuk mencoba mencapai mendekati keseimbangan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, jangan pernah menyia-nyiakan suara kita. Gunakan suara kita untuk memilih yang terbaik. Kalau tidak ada yang baik, pilihlah yang paling tidak jelek dan masih mau kita bantu untuk sama-sama bangun. (suara hati orang yang bukan DPT) huahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8589111267763062258?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8589111267763062258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8589111267763062258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8589111267763062258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8589111267763062258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/04/fenomena-sungguh-ini-akan-menjadi.html' title='Fenomena! Sungguh, Ini Akan Menjadi Fenomena! (Heboh)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3436957503239164392</id><published>2009-03-31T12:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:03:27.467+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>"When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place."</title><content type='html'>Hari ini, gue sempat beberapa jam hidup dengan perasaan menyerah. Ada sedikit bisikan yang ngajak gue buat "udahlah gue give up". Kadangkala ketika lo udah berusaha tapi lo gagal, lo pasti bakal berfikir tentang apa yang ngebuat lo bisa nerima hasil yang kayak gini. Dan setelah gue berfikir tentang hal itu, gue jadi tidak merasa pantas buat menyerah. Karena gue tau, gue belum maksimal..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini, ada sedikit pil untuk membangunkan gue ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Never, never, never give up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Between you and every goal that you wish to achieve, there is a series of obstacles, and the bigger the goal, the bigger the obstacles. Your decision to be, have and do something out of the ordinary entails facing difficulties and challenges that are out of the ordinary as well. Sometimes your greatest asset is simply your ability to stay with it longer than anyone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Brian Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Don't be discouraged. It's often the last key in the bunch that opens the lock. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"When the world says, "Give up,"&lt;br /&gt;Hope whispers, 'Try it one more time.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Keep on going, and the chances are that you will stumble on something, perhaps when you are least expecting it. I never heard of anyone ever stumbling on something sitting down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Charles F. Kettering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayo SEMANGKAAAAAA! There are a lot of things you have to do and you have to finish, and also you have to be responsible with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3436957503239164392?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3436957503239164392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3436957503239164392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3436957503239164392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3436957503239164392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-feel-like-giving-up-remember.html' title='&quot;When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.&quot;'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-9158958919560135185</id><published>2009-03-29T08:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:03:55.361+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Bukan hiburan sejenak</title><content type='html'>Gue lagi browsing mengenai sebuah kata yang selama ini mondar-mandir ngga abis-abisnya ada di kepala gue, dan sampe-sampe bikin gue bingung sendiri, emang gue kayak gitu ya? is it good or bad? yasudahlah, toh gue hidup sebagai manusia yang berusaha untuk menjadi lebih baik dan lebih baik lagi ke depannya, walaupun manusia emang ngga bisa lepas dari apa yang namanya dosa, tapi ngga ada salahnya untuk mencoba menjadi manusia yang berusaha menjauh dari itu meskipun ngga akan pernah bisa. NAH trus gue dapet artikel mengenai percakapan ini, seru deh hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://herrydev.multiply.com/journal/item/7/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkisah ada seorang engineer bernama Prayitno,ST yg bekerja di&lt;br /&gt;pabrik manufaktur elektronik Jepang, ni orang baru aja lolos tes&lt;br /&gt;perusahaan BUMN yg mengelola gas alam (jelas gede duitnya) dan mau&lt;br /&gt;resign, berikut ini perdebatannya dengan manajernya kita singkat aja ya,&lt;br /&gt;manajer = M, dan prayitno = P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = edan kowe yo prayitno, lagi S-2 dah mau resign, dimana morality kamu?&lt;br /&gt;P = morality saya ikut berlari bersama morality perusahaan, yg nyuruh&lt;br /&gt;karyawannya lembur2 melebihi aturan pemerintah ampe sakit tapi tunjangan&lt;br /&gt;kesehatan gak full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = sebenernya mau kamu apa? dimana-mana kerja itu sama. Saya udah menjalani&lt;br /&gt;2 company sebelum ini..&lt;br /&gt;P = karena kerja dimana2 itu sama, makanya saya gak ragu resign pak,&lt;br /&gt;wong sama aja kok, cuma rewardnya yg beda tho.... ya saya pilih yg&lt;br /&gt;rewardnya lebih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = kenapa kmu gak mencoba profesional disini aja, klo alasannya reward,&lt;br /&gt;kan nanti karir serta salary kamu juga bakal naik kalo kamu bertahan&lt;br /&gt;P = kenapa saya harus nunggu, klo ada company yg nawarin itu skarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = tapi sayang sekali, saya pandang kmu yg paling berpotensi diantara&lt;br /&gt;yg lain&lt;br /&gt;P = bapak udah ngomong gitu ke semua engineer yg resign sebelum&lt;br /&gt;saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = tidak, ini serius, kmu memiliki potensi besar, disini kmu bisa&lt;br /&gt;sukses! daripada kmu memulai lagi dari bawah di company lain yg blum&lt;br /&gt;ketauan ntar disana kmu bakal sukses ato gak&lt;br /&gt;P = disini juga sama aja&lt;br /&gt;saya blum tau bakal sukses apa gak, wong namanya masa depan kok. Sama2&lt;br /&gt;gak ketauan, tapi yg satu awalannya lebih baik, ya pilih yg lebih baik&lt;br /&gt;donk......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = maksud kmu lebih baik itu apa? money? uang itu bukan segala2nya&lt;br /&gt;P = klo emang begitu ngapain company costdown gaji saya, apa artinya uang&lt;br /&gt;segitu untuk mempertahankan eksistensi engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = Kta kan tidak hanya mengejar uang. Klo orientasi kmu hanya uang, kmu&lt;br /&gt;hanya mengejar "live". No difference with kambing, Bekerja hanya untuk&lt;br /&gt;bertahan hidup, Kmu itu engineer!!!! harus berorientasi pada yg lebih&lt;br /&gt;mulia, bekerja untuk berkarya, untuk mengembangkan diri&lt;br /&gt;P = saya pengennya seperti itu, makanya saya resign. Gimana saya mau lepas dari&lt;br /&gt;orientasi "live" klo tiap bulan saya harus pusing mikir bayaran kos,&lt;br /&gt;pulsa, makan, ngirim ortu, nabung buat merit. Naaaa... sekarang ada company&lt;br /&gt;yg nawarin itu, salary yg membuat saya tenang, tak berpikir lagi tentang&lt;br /&gt;"live exixtency". So, boleh dunk saya ambil untuk menaikkan derajat&lt;br /&gt;pekerjaan saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = prayitno.... klo kmu ngejar yg lebih baik, gak akan abis2.... selalu&lt;br /&gt;ada yg lebih baik. saya sudah mengalaminya di 2 company terdahulu&lt;br /&gt;P = emang gak bakal abis pak.... karena itu, ngapain saya abisin disini?&lt;br /&gt;mending saya terus2an dapet yg lebih baik ampe brenti karena cape.&lt;br /&gt;lagian Bapak juga nyatanya bisa brenti kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = inilah yg membuat bangsa kta gak maju2. Oportunis. Orang jepang maju&lt;br /&gt;karena loyal&lt;br /&gt;P = loyalitas tu kata2 pembenaran buat ngegaji orang&lt;br /&gt;dibawah level pendidikannya pak. Betul jepang itu maju. Tapi lihatlah,&lt;br /&gt;terjadi ketimpangan karir antara lelaki dan wanita. karena lelakinya&lt;br /&gt;gila kerja semua, mereka jarang menemui anaknya, akibatnya istri2 mereka&lt;br /&gt;harus mengimbanginya, ngalah keluar dari kerja buat nambal waktu bapak&lt;br /&gt;yg hilang untuk anak2nya karena bokapnya lebih cinta kerja daripada&lt;br /&gt;mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Tanya deh cewek jepang, lelaki jepang tu paling gak romantis. Cewek bawa&lt;br /&gt;tas berat aja.. dicuekin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = tapi dimana reponsibility kamu?&lt;br /&gt;P = responsibility tu apa pak? perasaan dulu saya pernah punya, pas&lt;br /&gt;awal2 masuk disini, tapi kata2 itulah yg dijadikan pembenaran untuk&lt;br /&gt;menindas saya. Atas nama responsibility, saya mengorbankan kesehatan&lt;br /&gt;untuk ketepatan schedule launching produk yg jelas2 merupakan percepatan&lt;br /&gt;uang masuk ke kantong pemilik saham.&lt;br /&gt;Betul, manusia harus punya responsibility. Apa responsibility paling&lt;br /&gt;utama? keluarga. Anak dan istri adalah amanah dari Yg Diatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = kamu kurang bersyukur, masih banyak orang yg susah dapet kerjaan&lt;br /&gt;P = saya dah diterima Pak, itu rejeki dari Yg Diatas, Kalo gak saya ambil,&lt;br /&gt;itu yg namanya gak bersyukur. Yg Diatas itu tau kebutuhan kta.&lt;br /&gt;Makanya Dia memberi saya kerjaan baru, mungkin karena kebutuhan saya&lt;br /&gt;meningkat. Selain itu, Yg Diatas juga memberi pekerjaan pada satu orang&lt;br /&gt;pengangguran yg akan menggantikan posisi saya disini setelah resign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = EDAN KOWE PRAYITNOOOOO! !!!! kalo gitu aku ikut kamu resign...... ....&lt;br /&gt;P = Nggak bisa pak.... kowe wis tuwo.Cuma bisa ngelamar ke yg sesuai background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-9158958919560135185?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/9158958919560135185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=9158958919560135185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9158958919560135185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/9158958919560135185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/bukan-hiburan-sejenak.html' title='Bukan hiburan sejenak'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-417202000413611867</id><published>2009-03-28T16:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:04:16.669+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>I do not know how to get a title on it (Pt. III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I must not say what I truly think, or you will tell me I flatter you-but I can only speak what I feel-and very often I cannot even do that when the feeling is very deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marie Corelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-417202000413611867?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/417202000413611867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=417202000413611867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/417202000413611867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/417202000413611867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-do-not-know-how-to-get-title-on-it-pt.html' title='I do not know how to get a title on it (Pt. III)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4977111375777448425</id><published>2009-03-24T18:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:04:36.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Hidup itu ada susah ada senang ;)</title><content type='html'>Susahnya menjadi orang parno-an…&lt;br /&gt;Dalam sebulan terakhir ini, gue udah 3 kali nyaris kena copet. Dan tadi sianglah hattricknya. Alhamdulillah-nya belum terjadi, semoga aja besok-besok ngga ada lagi. Sumpah yaaaa, gue ngga tau apa ada faktor dari krisis ekonomi global atau apa mengakibatkan tingkat kriminal semakin merajalela. Tapi, dampaknya benar-benar kerasa (bagus nih buat bikin esai MPK Bing kemaren tentang dampak krisis finansial global hehee). Ada untung dan ruginya juga jadi orang parno-an, untungnya gue bisa cepat tanggap kalo ada apa-apa. Ruginya, deg-degannya itu, bikin ngga bisa tenang nyong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susahnya manajemen tadi...&lt;br /&gt;Yang namanya hafalan emang deh yaa, minta digibeng hehee. Kertas jawaban gue tadi cuma penuh dengan gambar grafik. Dikira ujian PE2? Iya, yang bisa gue lakukan cuma gambar, gambar, dan gambar. Bahkan yang seharusnya bisa gue tulis biasa aja gue hiasi dengan kotak-kotak dan bulet-buletan saking depresinya. Semoga aja yang nilai baik dosen maupun asdos mengerti kalau economics will be easier with models, tapi ini manajemen Mayaaaaaaang. Mulai ngaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susahnya kalo lagi stres...&lt;br /&gt;Gue kalo lagi stres, biasanya ada tiga cara buat nyari pelarian, yang pertama mencari orang-orang terdekat gua, yang kedua mencoba kabur sejenak tapi ntar balik lagi dengan nyoba hal baru yaaaah kayak mencari ruang buat nafas sebentar hehee, yang ketiga, MAKAN! NAH. Yang ketiga ini nih, dalam beberapa hari terakhir ini menjadi kebiasaan yang ngga tertahankan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagianya pas uts...&lt;br /&gt;Nah, yang gue suka dari uts adalah, pulang cepet. Gyahahaha. Tau sendiri jadwal anak tahun pertama di FE udah kayak jadwal kereta api ekonomi jabodetabek. Hehehee gue sotoy aja sih, jadwal kereta sepadet itu ngga ya? Maklum, karena gue parno-an, jadi jarang naik kereta. Nyebrang rel kereta api aja takut, apalagi berjalan di atas rel. Yaaah pokoknya maksudnya di sini adalah, jadwal yang padet bikin pergi pagi pulang petang atau bahkan larut malam. Tapi kalo pas uts, wuidiiihhhh nyokap gue aja sampe bingung kok tumben-tumbenan pulang sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagianya ada yang ngangenin juga...&lt;br /&gt;Huahahaha. Gue sering terima sms akhir-akhir ini dari anak-anak kalo pada kangen, hahaha PD-nyaaaaaa, karena orang kayak gua gampang kangenan, jadi ngga papalah sekali-sekali GR nerima ada orang yang ternyata kangen jg. Haha. Eh tapi woy, ngga ada firasat apa-apa kan ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagianya besok MATELA...&lt;br /&gt;What theeeeeeee? Bagaimana bisa? Yaaah jelas kalau orang kayak gua membandingkannya dengan PA. Ih ih ih ih ih ih (sensitif dengan Akun). Katanya Caca, namanya bagus, MATELA. Udah kayak permen fruitella. Tapi kalo menurut gua, mirip singkong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4977111375777448425?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4977111375777448425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4977111375777448425' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4977111375777448425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4977111375777448425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidup-itu-ada-susah-ada-senang.html' title='Hidup itu ada susah ada senang ;)'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4352178620197038766</id><published>2009-03-22T10:03:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:04:59.401+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Hiburan Sejenak</title><content type='html'>Lagi kliyengan nih mau ujian, buat penghilang stres, gue menemukan majalahnya Kak Galuh yang isinya berbagai macam model potongan rambut haha lalu gue bermimpi kalo rambut gue kayak gini apa jadinya yaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ScWruZL1YJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_EfpV71cBDk/s1600-h/img058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ScWruZL1YJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_EfpV71cBDk/s200/img058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315843748703592594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halah, sepertinya tidak pantas untuk muka gue yang sangat bulat, eh tapi sebelum rambut gue dari SMA panjang terus kayak sekarang, gue juga pernah loh punya rambut sependek itu pas SMP. Hhhmm atau, yang ini aja kali, biar bisa tetep acak adul hehe soalnya gue emang rada cuek kalo urusan penampilan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ScWsO9JPsrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/85UqA9Xu8IM/s1600-h/img059.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ScWsO9JPsrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/85UqA9Xu8IM/s200/img059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315844308112224946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus gue menemukan majalah yang lain dan gue bacalah sebentar, ada Proust Questionnairenya! Kalo versi gua, ini kali ya hahaha (ngeyel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your idea of perfect happiness?&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when it is really hard to collect my soul for waking up and doing activities while I am lying on their bed between my mother and my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest fear?&lt;br /&gt;The sudden thoughts that only appear on my mind and without saying it but it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which living person do you most admire?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks, the author of fiction novel that always creates unreachable characteristic in this world, totally faithful person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest extravagance?&lt;br /&gt;Things come into my mouth when I sated but do not have a great power to handle the willingness to not eat that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider the most overrated virtue?&lt;br /&gt;Unpretentious one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On what occasion do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;When my friend falls in love with the same person as I fall in with, I do really will lie at her that I am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dislike most about your appearance?&lt;br /&gt;This kinky beard which prosecutes me to cut it off routinely hahahahahahahaha and also my hairy-skin that invites a lot of people’s attentions *lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which living person do you most despise?&lt;br /&gt;A person who curses about the sweetheart of his/her ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the quality you most like in a man?&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the quality you most like in a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which words or phrases do you most overuse?&lt;br /&gt;“Ya udah sihhhhhh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What or who is the greatest love of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Loves from my mother, father, brother, sisters, and also friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and where were you happiest?&lt;br /&gt;When I do something newer than I never did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which talent would you most like to have?&lt;br /&gt;To play a drum in good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to turn the gas stove on without frown at a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;br /&gt;Proved by the reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most treasured possession?&lt;br /&gt;Boxes and cases full of memorable things when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you most value in your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Willingness to not to stay in that circle—we are still young, we still have a lot of things to do, and we also have a lot of  chances to making friends with others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?&lt;br /&gt;Regretting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite occupation?&lt;br /&gt;Dream-interpreter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most marked characteristic?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo katanya Dustin Hoffman; ”Unpredictability. However, those who know me find me very predictable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your favorite writers?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks, Jane Austen, and the biography writers—they can be believed to write all the things about their subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite hero of fiction?&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which historical figure do you most identify with?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo katanya Dustin Hoffman; Colombus--If it is true that he knew where he was going, got lost, and found a place that was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your heroes in real life?&lt;br /&gt;People from around the world with all their characteristics—they really made it colored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest regret?&lt;br /&gt;Did not have any braveness to throw cigarettes out from my father until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did not move on. I just keep on moving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah, besok ujiaaaaaaanaaaan! (baru panik)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4352178620197038766?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4352178620197038766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4352178620197038766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4352178620197038766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4352178620197038766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/hiburan-sejenak.html' title='Hiburan Sejenak'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/ScWruZL1YJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_EfpV71cBDk/s72-c/img058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3963877097161949524</id><published>2009-03-18T02:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:05:31.702+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Mau UTS, Nyong.</title><content type='html'>Highly recommended book nih, gue sedang membaca ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51oQQUwbKNL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51oQQUwbKNL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bok, kenapa bacaan gue jadi tentang perempuan terus gini? Jangan-jangaaaaaaan, gue menganut paham feminisme? Oh tidak-tidak. Gue cuma suka sejarah, seperti layaknya buku-bukunya Jane Austen, yaah kebetulan aja ini fiksi tentang perempuan hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tolooooong, mau UTS. Gantilah bacaanmu, Mayang. Belajar nyong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3963877097161949524?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3963877097161949524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3963877097161949524' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3963877097161949524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3963877097161949524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/mau-uts-nyong.html' title='Mau UTS, Nyong.'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3470416537480220558</id><published>2009-03-13T10:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:12:55.215+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Nyempil2 nulis kayak upil</title><content type='html'>Hiyaaaaah bolos lagi deh gua. Tau gitu tadi ngga usah pake balik ke rumah dulu, mendingan langsung ke kampus, gara2 ngantuuuuuuuuk banget jd pengen balik bentar eh malah ketiduran. Padahal emang ngga pengen ngampus, huahahahaha. Parah nih parah kuliah gue akhir2 ini. Parah2. PARAAAAAAAAH. Cukup2, parahnya. Semoga ke depan bakal baik2 saja, haaaaaaa. Dan ngga ada cerita gue kenapa2 dgn kuliah, amin. Lagi hectic gini sempet2nya masih nulis. Biarkanlah, gue pengen sejenak ada di rumah tapi ternyata giliran gue kangen, ngga ada aja gitu orang di rumah. Kangen banget deh sama emak gua, eh dia malah pergi ke dokter. Kenapa ya akhir2 ini banyak yang sakit. Bahkan selain gue yg terkena sindrom pancaroba siang terik sore hujan lebat jadi pilek batuk ingus ngga berenti2, orang2 ternyata jg lagi pada begitu. Gilak, bahasa gue ngga beraturan banget nih kayaknya. Beberapa minggu terakhir ini siklus biologis tidur gue ngga bener banget, begadang udah kayak asupan sehari-hari. Besoknya gue kuliah jd ngantuk, ngga konsen, PARAAAAAAAH. Cukup2, parahnya. Aduh, gue kalo sekelebat kepikiran kuliah, nilai, tugas, dan uts, tiba2 jadi deg2an dan kayaknya tiba2 Dementor muncul trus berhasil ngebuat gue jadi ngerasa tidak bahagia. Keren yah karakter Dementor, padahal cuma lewat aja udah ngebikin orang jadi ngerasa ngga bahagia. Hari ini Kak Thala ulang tahun loh, ah ngga asik banget deh tadi malem dia ngga bisa dibohongin heheee. Senin besok Saiz ulang tahun, kangeeeeeeeeeeeeeen banget sama Saiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SbnX9TSglGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/U4_8Nln0hP4/s1600-h/n792127295_765878_8009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SbnX9TSglGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/U4_8Nln0hP4/s200/n792127295_765878_8009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312514683610109026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kemaren2 belum sempet mau cerita soal kejadian2 kocak yg gue dan orang2 di sekitar gue alami, belum sempet jg mau cerita soal Jason Mraz di Java Jazz yg membuat gue tidak merasakan apa2 selain kurang puaaaaaaaaas, hehe dasar manusia. Dan cerita bagaimana di hari H gue mengejar pertunjukannya, hahahahaa. Yg berkesan bukan pertunjukannya, tp gimana pas gue ngejarnya, hihi kocak2.&lt;br /&gt;Hari-hari esok bakal lebih berat karena menguji otak dan mental gue buat belajar lebih pinter ngebagi waktu dan melakukan tugas sebaik2nya. Masih banyak tugas yang belum terselesaikan nih. SEMANGKAAAAAAA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3470416537480220558?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3470416537480220558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3470416537480220558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3470416537480220558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3470416537480220558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/nyempil2-nulis-kayak-upil.html' title='Nyempil2 nulis kayak upil'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SbnX9TSglGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/U4_8Nln0hP4/s72-c/n792127295_765878_8009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3457040820810242201</id><published>2009-03-08T10:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:13:17.111+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Can Not Wait for Tomorrow, Nine!</title><content type='html'>Dari awal sudah diterangkan bahwa blog ini dibuat berdasarkan realitas dan pengalaman yang ada baik yang saya sendiri alami maupun orang-orang alami. Sehingga tidak bermaksud untuk mengungkit-ngungkit masa lalu, atau memunculkan masalah yang sebenarnya sudah dikubur, atau terkubur dengan sendiri dan sebagainya, melainkan tidak ada salahnya untuk berbagi karena pengalaman ada bukan untuk disimpan saja selamanya, tetapi untuk dijadikan petunjuk agar sesuatu yang baik dapat berguna untuk ke depannya dan sesuatu yang buruk dapat dipelajari agar tidak terulang lagi. Toh kita hidup untuk masa depan kan ya. Seperti yang selalu disarankan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;”Berfikir panjanglah.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan saya pun telah berfikir panjang untuk memberanikan diri mempublikasikan ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertepatan dengan tanggalnya besok, setelah mendapat kabar beberapa minggu yang lalu dari sebuah sumber yang sangat terpercaya, mengapa terpercaya, karena mata dan logika hanya bisa berbicara ketika mata itu mulai melihat dan logika itu mulai berfikir serta ketika hati mulai merasakan sesuatu, yang muncul dari intuisi seorang wanita. Iya, wanita (menegaskan). Bahwa selama dua tahun saya percaya dan diharuskan untuk percaya mengenai kejadian di hari itu. Ternyata, apa yang diduga dan diketahui selama ini tidak sepenuhnya benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak cukupkah bagi seorang laki-laki untuk tidak menyakiti minimal satu orang wanita dalam sekali masa hidupnya?&lt;br /&gt;Atau memang ini sudah menjadi kodrat seorang wanita untuk disakiti laki-laki minimal sekali dalam hidupnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodoh sekali ya saya dan orang-orang yang berfikir seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya, begitulah.&lt;br /&gt;Realitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa kalau Anda pintar dan selalu mengatakan diri ini ingin berfikir secara logis tetapi tidak bisa mengimplementasikannya ke dalam kehidupan yang seharusnya dapat menjadi tempat bagi Anda untuk mengekspresikan segala kemampuan logika Anda.&lt;br /&gt;Saya orang bodoh yang hanya bisa mencaci maki melalui kata-kata yang tidak bisa dicerna dan memiliki sensitifitas yang tinggi ketika mendengar sebuah kata yang dekat artinya dengan ketidaksetiaan.&lt;br /&gt;Cukup naïf ketika harus mengakui realitas yang ada di dunia pada saat saya bertanya pada salah seorang teman berinisial D (yaaaah ketauan deh hahaha),&lt;br /&gt;”Dar, kata nyokap gue, setiap cowok pasti bakal selingkuh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atas dasar apa saya dapat berbicara seperti itu dan dirasa tidak bijaksana untuk mendefinisikan dan menghubungkan apa yang sebenarnya ada di dalam kata ”selingkuh” dengan realitas yang dialami. Dan cukup bijaksana seorang Dara pada saat itu memahami kegelisahan dan berbagai pertanyaan yang ada di otak mengingat ia pun berpengalaman lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Ngga May, ngga cuma cowok, cewek juga, tergantung pribadi orangnya masing-masing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’d be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don’t listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’ve taken her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you have got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;But you’re just a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hard feeling buat yang merasa dirinya ”a boy” dan tidak bermaksud untuk men-generalisasi-kan. Tapi, tidak ada salahnya untuk belajar dari apa yang saya alami agar tidak terjadi di kehidupan Anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdosakah saya ketika sempat memiliki pikiran seperti itu yang dapat menjerumuskan saya ke dalam suatu hal yang disebut feminisme dan bisa jadi kalau tidak ada Dara, mungkin rambut saya yang panjang ini akan menjadi seperti Desi Anwar atau seperti Wynona Rider, tidak bermaksud untuk mengatakan mereka sebagai seseorang yang feminis, tetapi untuk memberikan contoh model rambut yang membuat saya terlihat seperti seorang feminis. Hahaha. *grooooook.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soal feminisme, beberapa hari yang lalu saya dikirimi sebuah sms oleh orang yang tidak saya ketahui siapa ia dan saya pun tidak mengetahui dari mana ia mendapatkan nomor saya. Dan isinya begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mayang, menurutmu Hillary Clinton bakal sama nggak dg MENLU AS yg kmrn, Condolisa Rice?&lt;br /&gt;Tokoh perempuan yg kmu kagumi &amp;amp; menjd inspirasi buatmu siapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everywhere I'm turning&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems complete&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and I'm searching&lt;br /&gt;For the better part of me&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head from sorrow&lt;br /&gt;state of humanity&lt;br /&gt;I wear it on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find the strength in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin tidak, bisa jadi iya, barangkali bisa, belum tentu juga.&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam kamus saya, tidak ada larangan untuk menggunakan kata ”mungkin” atau sesuatu yang mengartikan kata sebagai tanda hal yang tidak pasti.&lt;br /&gt;Karena tidak ada sesuatu yang pasti di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;Begitu pula dengan keadaan saya waktu itu yang tidak pasti untuk mempercayai apa yang dilihat dan didengar.&lt;br /&gt;Namun, saya sangat intuitif seperti Ibu saya, ingatkah dengan pertanyaan yang diajukannya?&lt;br /&gt;”Adakah orang lain, sayang?”&lt;br /&gt;Hiyaaaaah kata ”sayang” pun masih dapat terucap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bermimpilah,&lt;/span&gt; dan katakanlah sejujurnya mengenai apa yang harus saya percaya&lt;br /&gt;Anda boleh &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bermimpi,&lt;/span&gt; mengelak, dan tersenyum pada akhirnya karena dapat menjadikan segala kata-kata yang terucap oleh mulut ini sebagai suatu alasan yang hadir tepat pada waktunya&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah sebut nama Tuhan kalau memang Anda sudah tahu jawaban seperti apa yang Anda inginkan&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah cukup selama dua tahun ini saya hidup dengan beribu pertanyaan yang saya sendiri tidak tahu bagaimana untuk mendapatkan jawaban dan menyelesaikannya&lt;br /&gt;Dan sudahlah cukup berbagai cabikan dari orang-orang Anda ”setelah” saat itu terhadap saya karena mereka &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pun tidak tahu&lt;/span&gt; tetapi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ingin tahu&lt;/span&gt; sehingga melakukan perbuatan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sekan-akan sangat tahu&lt;/span&gt; mengenai apa yang sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;Syukurlah keberanian itu datang tidak dengan melihat siapa saya dan seberapa tinggi mereka, tetapi lebih ke pada kita sebagai sesama manusia&lt;br /&gt;Karena walau memang saya kelihatan kelewat cuek di luarnya, tetapi sungguh sulit untuk tidak peduli ketika harga diri ini dipertaruhkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mimpi&lt;/span&gt; adalah bunga tidur, bayangan, harapan, impian, keinginan, permohonan, fantasi, dan jawaban dari segala usaha Anda pada akhirnya ketika tercapai&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah Anda sia-siakan ketika sudah mendapatkannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bermimpilah&lt;/span&gt;.................................sejak saat itu, sekarang, dan semoga seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry be happy, ini hanya sebuah tulisan mengenai pelajaran hidup untuk terus berkembang menjadi manusia yang lebih baik lagi dari sebelumnya. Kebetulan tanggalnya tepat sekali untuk diperingati ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Candy.&lt;/span&gt; (Happy 2nd Anniversarry for Tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;*hekhekhek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tahun ini, banyak hal yang saya pelajari untuk hidup menjadi manusia yang lebih baik lagi, dan tentunya, sebagai wanita yang lebih mandiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You changed my whole life&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what your doing to me with your love&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all Super human&lt;br /&gt;You did that to me&lt;br /&gt;Super human heart beats in me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me here with you, superhuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedang sangat open minded&lt;br /&gt;Lebih terbuka dari biasanya yang sangat tertutup untuk masalah pribadi&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga jika ada pendapat atau masukan atau keberatan atau apapun, bicaralah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3457040820810242201?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3457040820810242201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3457040820810242201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3457040820810242201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3457040820810242201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-not-wait-for-tomorrow-nine.html' title='Can Not Wait for Tomorrow, Nine!'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-7634488923871450619</id><published>2009-02-05T00:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:13:39.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Friend-ology or Partner-ology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We are a horde of ants, we share and having our own ploy&lt;br /&gt;Pick and pick up this favored sugar happily&lt;br /&gt;Even when we have to share something that I do not know how to make it shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about to share.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, for this time, I would not like to have any other melancholic part as seen in the previous posts :) It is not about me, but it shows how the situation making me there as I am (actually yes about me, but it is not specifically or we could call me as the supporting actor).&lt;br /&gt;Well, we do not ever know what kind of tomorrow of its lifetime series. Somehow, all the predictions and convictions stand here today and go away suddenly. You can assume me unaligned. But I told you, all these efforts nothing other than only to show that I am trying to think of it neutrally.&lt;br /&gt;In this case, you still have your conviction and your heart talks. I know how it feels because I ever felt how it hurts. I know why you could have to think to not paying any attentions because I ever did something stupid carelessly too. I know how hard it is to say because I ever did not have prepared to give the explanation. It is about how you understand others’.&lt;br /&gt;Dear patience, let you appear and may you have to give her advice that this could be a hindrance of her life parts.&lt;br /&gt;And then for the honesty, just show who you are and what you feel without pretend to be something that tragically tortures you inside.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is right or not, it will be showed when you get all the restrictions cleared in the way to live your chosen path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-7634488923871450619?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/7634488923871450619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=7634488923871450619' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7634488923871450619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/7634488923871450619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/02/friend-ology-or-partner-ology.html' title='Friend-ology or Partner-ology'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8839267950038016163</id><published>2009-01-31T20:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:14:00.239+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Holiday &amp; Welcome New Semester</title><content type='html'>Gue merasa tidak gembira menyambut semester baru ini. Kenapa ya? Padahal liburan kemarin 1,5 bulan udah banyak banget harinya. Yang bikin gue kecewa, IRS gue bermasalah di saat-saat terakhir liburan ini dan ketika lusa besok gue udah masuk ngampus di mana tadi pagi baru gue cek jadwal Wayang gue bentrok sm Statistika 1. Padahal, baru tadi malem gue cek ngga kenapa-kenapa. Gilak ya, *?(!%&amp;amp;#%U*(I)&amp;amp;%#@GFNY$%^I(%$)@*&amp;amp;$(#":&amp;gt;&amp;lt; gue tidak mau mengotori blog gue ini dengan makian, jadi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah teriak aja. Birpend tidak menerima komplain? Lantas ketika gue ngisi baru jam 7 pas dosen yg diinginkan udah penuh, ngikutin alur dari awal, waiting list sampe 5 mata kuliah demi ngikutin alur dan akhirnya menurun jd ngga ada waiting list, dapet dosen yang ngga terlalu diperebutkan oleh teman-teman yang lain demi supaya ngga waiting list dan bentrok, ujung2nya ketika di detik2 terakhir ketika udah lega ngga ada yang bermasalah maupun waiting list, jadwal berubah dengan sendirinya? Dan nimpa jadwal yang lain, gilak, salah gue salah, lain kali jangan berfikir untuk tidak ingin menyusahkan Pembimbing Akademik dengan menyetujui IRS secara mandiri.&lt;br /&gt;Yang kedua, gue baru tau sesuatu hal dan itu adalah sebuah realitas, kenyataan dari apa yang selama ini gue ketahui. Sebenarnya gue udah ngga sabar untuk mengepostkannya, tapi waktunya ngga tepat, kita tunggu Maret nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Salahnya, akhir-akhir ini gue jadi semakin dihantui. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah teriak lagi aja deh. Fadila, Caca, Dara, lo membuat gue semakin dihantui. Sedih banget. Gue ngga pernah sesedih ini untuk 1 tahun terakhir ini dalam urusan kayak gini.&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudahlah. Cheer up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8839267950038016163?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8839267950038016163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8839267950038016163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8839267950038016163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8839267950038016163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-holiday-welcome-new-semester.html' title='Goodbye Holiday &amp; Welcome New Semester'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8398436353491984399</id><published>2009-01-06T12:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:14:16.073+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>I do not know how to get a title on it II</title><content type='html'>Have you ever got whirl, in the very huge whirlpool, and seems like your teeth have already planned to come out from your mouth? I wonder it happened to me last night. You have seen and back and forth in the same set of problems. You have told and back and forth in the case of your again-and-again-uncontrolled demeanor. You have had a hundred steps to act to be controlled. And it is freaking me out to think that you are invulnerable by nature.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that God planned about people have their own way to slit something open by force from any kind of what we call about crisis. I do believe that a-have-to-be-cycle. But it was made to be faced, inspected, hand-washed, and also it might not to be encountered anymore. Because of its last step, then I do have it as a ritual, or it is indeed so that I do have to make it as my own ritual.&lt;br /&gt;I was crying because I was physically sympathetic and internally empathetic. All the thoughts, series of wise words, and the willingness to make it out of my mouth, surrounding my mind like the flutterbies fly above my head.&lt;br /&gt;May be you have to complete these rewards;&lt;br /&gt;1. In the meantime, get out while you still have a time to take a breath deeply, underline the meantime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Emotionally talks it seems like you talk with tourist which he or she really do not know how to get the thesaurus of your words, or even how to read your index&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A baby needs to be nurtured and rationally you were one of them but not again now, everyone’s grew up with exception, person with the physically and mentally defect, but I guess you know where the place you stand for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You might be know that you are a stone, but whether it is right or not when you are proud to be a stonehege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Even a historian would be shocked first when he or she found the ancient inscription, so do not ever put your stupa in the deep land and enclosed by the layers of soil as the time goes by, better that if you give it to the right institution or that person immediately, except you plan to give a little surprise for the founder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to understand how person’s feelings, maybe your father’s, mother’s, brother’s, sisters’, friends’, partners’, people’s, and people’s with trying to be them in that situation. It is called empathetic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8398436353491984399?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8398436353491984399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8398436353491984399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8398436353491984399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8398436353491984399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-do-not-know-how-to-get-title-on-it-ii.html' title='I do not know how to get a title on it II'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3515982255614291499</id><published>2009-01-04T13:46:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:14:39.904+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Today's Birthday</title><content type='html'>My old-friend, Gharini Abhirama is being 18 now. And it has been a long time for me and us to meet her. We'd just like to say, happy birthday good-young-woman. We miss youuuuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SWBh5-jfNvI/AAAAAAAAANM/tk_XbBgTFEY/s1600-h/img018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SWBh5-jfNvI/AAAAAAAAANM/tk_XbBgTFEY/s200/img018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333611205244658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hartelijk gefeliciteerd! Van harte gefeliciteerd met je verjaardag Gharin!&lt;br /&gt;This is a little bit for you. Haha, I still have it on my boxes Gharrrr. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.mog.com/images/users/0000/0000/9045/image_thumbs/1206154323.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://www2.mog.com/images/users/0000/0000/9045/image_thumbs/1206154323.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3515982255614291499?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3515982255614291499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3515982255614291499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3515982255614291499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3515982255614291499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-birthday.html' title='Today&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SWBh5-jfNvI/AAAAAAAAANM/tk_XbBgTFEY/s72-c/img018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5060231055121167627</id><published>2008-12-26T11:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:15:38.412+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Akan jadi apa setelah 1,5 bulan nanti?</title><content type='html'>Hell-o! Menyenangkan. Itulah yang tercurah dari hati yang paling dalam hehe liburan sudah tiba dari seminggu yg lalu. Meskipun liburan ini ditutup dengan suasana yang menyedihkan karena UAS gue (yasudahlah ngga usah diomongin, bikin napsu pengen nampol hehe). Gue ikhlas saja apapun hasilnya. Sialnya udah beberapa hari ini SIAK NG ngga bisa dibuka. Memang bener pengen bikin ketakutan.&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang paling gue suka dari liburan adalah, akhirnya punya waktu buat melakukan segala macam reuni. Gue adalah orang yang paling suka bernostalgia, mengingat masa lalu, mau yg baik atau buruk, bukannya gue suka mengungkit-ngungkit masa lalu, cuma akan menjadi hal yang berbeda kalo kita mengingatnya dengan perasaan dan hati bernostalgia, dan lucu-lucuan. Yaaah sama aja kayak gue suka sm sejarah heeee. Mau sejarah yg baik atau buruk kek, kita semua menjadikannya sebagai pelajaran toh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya beberapa hari yg lalu gue bertemu dengan teman-teman seteater dulu, Teater Tanah Air. Ngga nyangka kita semua sudah besar-besar. Cuma si Nuansa doang yg ngga berubah. Gue masuk kelas 5 apa 6 SD gitu. Trus keluarnya kelas 1 SMA jadi kira-kira 4 tahun gue di sana. Pas gue ke sana, ngga banyak yg berubah, Om Yos dan Tante Nungki masih sama aja ngga berubah, toko bukunya juga, dan kemaren pun di sana gue menemukan buku Motik yang selama ini gue cari-cari di toko buku ngga ada yihaaaa hehee. Pokoknya menyenangkan deh masa-masa dahulu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Reuni SD nih, walaupun kadang kalo ngga lg liburan masih suka ketemu sm temen-temen SD gue, tp kayaknya momen kayak gini pas banget buat rame-rame ketemu. Soalnya kalo ngga pasti gue ketemunya sm yang sahabatan aja. Pengen banget deh semua satu kelas. Susah ya, mereka kayaknya liburan disibukkan dengan belajar, karena kan kebanyakan masih di kelas tiga SMA, haaaaa tuhkan jd mengingat setahun lalu gue gimana pas kelas tiga.&lt;br /&gt;Ohya beneren deh udah ngga sabar banget pengen ke Java Jazz. Sebenernya kalo ngga ada Jason Mraz nya juga gue ngga bakalan mau nonton, tp berhubung ini ada, gue udah ngebet banget kebeletnya ngga tahan pengen nonton. Gue ngga begitu suka nonton acara musik begituan, JakJazzlah apalah, mungkin karena gue emang ngga begitu tertarik sm Jazz kali yaah, soalnya selera musik gue juga ngga menentu, apa aja yang penting enak jadinya sayang aja kalo gue nonton kayak gitu padahal gue ngga ngerti lagu-lagunya. Ngga sabar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu besok, ada Grand Prix Marching Band lagi seperti tahun lalu masih di Istora. MAU NONTON BANGET. Karna Kakak gue Galuh udah mesenin tiketnya, maaf ya teman-teman futsal, it's really hard for me to make a decision halah, walhasil harus ada yang direlakan. Tapi kalo nanti ada nonton bareng lagi aku mauuuuuu! heeeee. Oh iya Senin besok mau ke dufan juga loh! Ikut aja yuk sekalian futsal heee. Si Nana juga sabtu besok minta ajarin matek, gue baru inget ada nonton bareng futsal sama Marching Band, jadi mari kita bicarakan lagi bagaimana enaknya. Gue bener-bener sudah merencanakan dari setahun yg lalu utk nonton marching band, apa kita belajar di istora aja yuk Na? hehee.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini sengaja gue berleha di rumah, makaaaaaaaan teruuuuus haaaa. Orang rumah lagi pada pergi, ada sodara dateng, jd lagi pada ke Kidzania. Awalnya gue mau ikutan, tp mau ngapain deh gue di sana udah besar, ujung2nya cuma muter-muter Pacific Place. Males ah ngemol, liburan ngemol? Gahul hehe. Liburan tuh di rumah, baca buku, memanjakan diri, kalo cewe2 dengan merawat diri, gue MAKAN (Ha!). Itu juga memanjakan diri kok hehee. Sodara gue berkali-kali ngomong "Mayang kamu kok gendut banget?", "Ya ampun, gendut banget kamu, Nok?", "Mba Mayang gendut banget toh Chik, liat deh." gue cuma bisa tertawa ngga ada beban sambil ngunyah apa gitu hahaha. Padahaaaaaal........ Gue baru denger kemaren dari mana gitu katanya si personilnya Pussycat Dolls itu siapa tuh Nicole Schroedzringer eh tauk siapa susah banget ah nama belakanganya ngga bisa nulis jadi ngasal. Iya, kan badannya dia bagus banget tuh yah, tapi dia bilang dia paling ngga suka diet, karena menurut dia menikmati coklat, kue atau makanan itu menyenangkan. Jadi rahasianya dia adalah olahraga dengan berlari. Meeeeen, setiap sabtu kemaren2 perlu tahu aja gue udah nyiapin celana dan kaos dari malemnya, Kak Anggun juga udah gue ingetin buat bangunin gue, tp ya ampun tuh ya rasanya males banget buat bangun. Tiap digoyang-goyang buat bangun, ngelesnya udah kesiangan ngga enak kalo lari sekarang. Hhhhhmm perlu dicari cara lain nih biar mau sungguh-sungguh. Kalo ngga, ya sudah, nikmati saja haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5060231055121167627?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5060231055121167627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5060231055121167627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5060231055121167627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5060231055121167627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/12/akan-jadi-apa-setelah-15-bulan-nanti.html' title='Akan jadi apa setelah 1,5 bulan nanti?'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4233114251074803082</id><published>2008-12-20T16:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:16:03.693+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Yihaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SUy4ibaO7eI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OLmRMiFdzJY/s1600-h/q792127295_9900.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SUy4ibaO7eI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OLmRMiFdzJY/s200/q792127295_9900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281799364611599842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amalia Hapsari wrote at 6:25pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://www.javajazzfestival.com/2009/artistslist.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lihat dan menabunglah nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini seperti mimpi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4233114251074803082?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4233114251074803082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4233114251074803082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4233114251074803082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4233114251074803082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/12/yihaaaaaaa.html' title='Yihaaaaaaa!'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SUy4ibaO7eI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OLmRMiFdzJY/s72-c/q792127295_9900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-6722630381373858430</id><published>2008-12-16T22:36:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:27:59.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>The Other Boleyn Girl</title><content type='html'>Other movie of one of my-totally-actress besides Dakota Fanning, Scarlett Johansson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sangat suka dengan sejarah, meskipun gue tidak pernah bisa berhasil dengan sukses dalam menghafal, seperti di saat masa-masa intensif IPS yang lalu, gue selalu gagal dalam sejarah karena tidak bisa menghafal. Tapi entah kenapa gue suka aja sesuatu yang kontroversial, yang sensasional (contoh, berita Dewi Persik), sehingga dengan hebatnya sesuatu itu bisa dimasukkan ke dalam daftar sejarah. Apalagi kakak bimbel gue yang ngajar sejarah kalo udah cerita kayak "Hei, kalian tau ngga, gue-lah pelaku sejarahnya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita di film ini sebenernya biasa, berbicara mengenai nalurinya seorang raja untuk memperistrikan wanita supaya melahirkan, menghasilkan anak laki-laki yang bisa diturunkan kembali takhtanya ke anaknya itu. Klasik, tapi dihiasi dengan berbagai macam pelik serta lika-liku mengenai pengkhianatan, hubungan saudara, ambisi sebuah keluarga terhadap kekuasaan, kesetiaan, kekuatan wanita yang setia, insting seorang ibu, kekeraskepalaan dari seorang wanita yang pintar, dan lain-lain yang banyak banget pelajarannya. Biasa kan, tapi kalo udah jadi bagian dari sejarah waaaaah asik tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafilm.ca/Archivage/8/OtherBoleynGirlG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 669px;" src="http://www.mediafilm.ca/Archivage/8/OtherBoleynGirlG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling membuat kagum adalah ketika melihat Catherine of Aragon, si istri pertama Henry berbicara dengan tegas terhadap Anne Boleyn, dan hal itu pun masih dilakukan secara terhormat sebagai seorang wanita (wow!). Serta kelancarannya ia dalam hal berani membuktikan di pengadilan terhadap segala kenyataan yang memang terjadi apa adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling bikin sedih, pas Anne berbicara di pengadilan mengenai rasa kasih yang ia alami terhadap saudaranya sendiri si Jim Sturgess (jadi inget Accross The Universe) yang jadi George Boleyn, seharusnya dia bisa tidak berbicara seperti itu, dan seharusnya dia mengatakan yang sebenarnya......dodol. Sedih deh si George dipenggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang deh yah, orang yang tadinya bego terus akhirnya belajar dan jadi pinter banget bisa jadi bego banget akibat kepintaran dan kekeraskepalaannya. Makanya, jadi orang jangan pinter-pinter, heheheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga kagum sm Mary, yang lain dan tak bukan adalah si Scarlett, sosok pemberani walaupun harus berkorban akan masa depannya tapi buktinya, dia satu-satunya yang bisa bertahan. Berkat ajarannya Elizabeth nih, ibunya, emang deh instingnya seorang ibu tuh kuat banget sama anak-anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bagian akhir menyimpulkan bahwa siapa bilang seorang raja tidak bisa hidup tanpa anak laki-lakinya, justru di Inggris membuktikan bahwa wanita juga bisa memimpin sebuah negara, Elizabeth, yang memimpin selama 45 tahun, si anak dari Anne dan Henry yang keturunannya masih bertahan sampe sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marileecody.com/elizabeth1-new2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 483px; height: 598px;" src="http://www.marileecody.com/elizabeth1-new2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-6722630381373858430?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/6722630381373858430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=6722630381373858430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6722630381373858430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6722630381373858430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/12/other-boleyn-girl.html' title='The Other Boleyn Girl'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3477472895231998361</id><published>2008-12-04T23:57:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:16:49.497+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>So step on up to the plate get a date with.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From : Amalia Hapsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kalo mata gue ga siwer, gw liat ada jason mraz di java jazz 2009, wish list artist tulisannya. amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadinya gue terhanyut ke dalam euphoria kegembiraan dan adrenalin gue serta merta menjadi naik hingga seolah-olah gue besok pagi-paginya juga akan segera membeli early birdnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beginilah akibatnya jika kita terlalu hanyut ke dalam situasi di mana keinginan yang menggebu-gebu sebelumnya menjadi semakin gebu ketika mengetahui bahwa kesempatan itu akan datang (suatu hari nanti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena setelah gue menenangkan diri, berfikir jernih, matang dan berusaha untuk selalu bertawakal (haha udah kayak apa aja) akhirnya gue jadi ingat ketika membuka website 31st JGTC tertuliskan di wishlist artistnya ada MYMP dan gue terlalu kegirangan serta makin semacam anak muda yang sedang bergejolak serta berfikir bahwa "Gue harus nonton, gue harus nonton." kali ini ngga hanya turut serta ikut berpartisipasi menyukseskan acara yang notabene hajatannya kampus gua (bangga dikit bolehlah yaa hehe) tapi hal itu menjadi luruh karena beberapa minggu berikutnya ketika gue buka lagi, udah ngga ada aja harapan itu tertulis. haaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan hal ini pun menjadi pelajaran bagi gue bahwa "berambisi boleh, tapi kalo ambisius, jangan pernah deh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kali ini gue pun berambisi, bukan (belum) berambisi untuk menonton, tapi untuk mencari tahu sajalah dulu apakah itu memang akan benar-benar terkabulkan wish list itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaah kita tunggu beberapa minggu lagi deh yaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/STgQjz0irSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Vlvq7j1pnHk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/STgQjz0irSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Vlvq7j1pnHk/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275985170856586530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya ini dia sebait lirik dari &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll Do Anything&lt;/span&gt;-nya Jason. Tepat sekali ya dengan situasi dan kondisinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...So step on up to the plate get a date with Mraz&lt;br /&gt;See you better act fast because supplies they never&lt;br /&gt;Now did you know this is limited time offer&lt;br /&gt;So go make your mind up before our times up&lt;br /&gt;You better start winding it up because the party's almost over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmh ngomong-ngomong, Java Jazz tanggal 6, 7, dan 8 Maret 2009. Which is besoknya gue merayakan dua tahun trying-to-keep-in-busy-everyday-gue. heheee semangat May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ngga ada salahnya menyemangati diri sendiri haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3477472895231998361?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3477472895231998361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3477472895231998361' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3477472895231998361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3477472895231998361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-step-on-up-to-plate-with.html' title='So step on up to the plate get a date with.....'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/STgQjz0irSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Vlvq7j1pnHk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-3507387985832381820</id><published>2008-11-21T23:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:17:03.493+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Few things which I learned today:</title><content type='html'>Make an activity plan for tomorrow before go to sleep is a must&lt;br /&gt;Do not belittled one thing about sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Having breakfast with carbohydrate sufficiently and fruits in addition is pretty good&lt;br /&gt;Eat much = -activity much (act= -reaction). Is it happened to me, anyway? Not really&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, do not make something useless&lt;br /&gt;Always being in charge with cell phone, it is important for any urgency&lt;br /&gt;If there is a time, just do it as you can&lt;br /&gt;Make a new air to a new breathe&lt;br /&gt;Do not hesitate of considering something, in a point, IT HAS BEEN… WELL THINKING&lt;br /&gt;Estimate the time before taking off&lt;br /&gt;In choosing, compare one thing with another for a better result and think about the effectiveness and the efficiency&lt;br /&gt;Remain is better than still&lt;br /&gt;One mistake is ok, twice in a mistaken is dull witted, three times you can call me as an ass&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know whether you have to turn left or turn right, it is better for you to inquire the way&lt;br /&gt;Experience is one of the best teachers (Sinar Dunia)&lt;br /&gt;Look at the way marketing people talk ;) that is fun!&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to cough when someone is smoking (haha)&lt;br /&gt;If there is someone take the row arbitrarily in a queue, just shake of your head which make a sign that you are really embarrassed with THAT Indonesian people, they just make Indonesia's name becomes worse with their stupid act&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-3507387985832381820?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/3507387985832381820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=3507387985832381820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3507387985832381820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/3507387985832381820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-things-which-i-learned-today.html' title='Few things which I learned today:'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-1578891114476027824</id><published>2008-11-14T23:47:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:17:53.883+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Turning Point</title><content type='html'>There's always the time for human to get themselves satisfied of what they have found in searching for meaning. Search for meaning any kind of life’s affairs. This could be materialized in what we usually call it as changes or further more an improvement. People walk through this line on their given times and use it as the step to move it on the right way, increasing step by step. But in fact, we absolutely know about a proverb, “There are always ups and downs in human’s life.” The turning point declines below ordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SR27DWqnqnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5Bm8SB7VJps/s1600-h/turning+point.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SR27DWqnqnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5Bm8SB7VJps/s200/turning+point.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268572805391690354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a common, when a child under five learns to walk, he/she will never come to through this easily, sometimes he/she falls, or sometimes walks shakily. Until he/she feel tired (turning point) and comes up again. That is why I never say about "move on". I prefer to use "keep on moving". It's just a little grammatical problem but it can easily influences us. "Move on" means it's kind a spirit to comes up again after we were took another stop, whereas time never stops. And what we should have to do is "keep on moving", whether it is faster or slowly, we just have to keep on moving in this life. This figure below explicitly shows mine. Like a verse in Will Young’s song called Changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…If I go back once again it’s like I learned nothing&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the front of a queue&lt;br /&gt;Heading for trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it changes, hope my life changes&lt;br /&gt;Gets alright somehow, oh I’m waiting for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it changes, cant you stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Been out of luck for so long, and I don’t get much so there’s nothing much to lose…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SR27DZlfx0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/5q8qkt0_zeg/s1600-h/inspiration+through+the+life.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SR27DZlfx0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/5q8qkt0_zeg/s200/inspiration+through+the+life.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268572806175508290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back, I'm just learned something. You'd probably became flustered, yes it is indeed so, it's very hard to be explained or even to be absorbed. Forget it and let's talk another visible things. Happy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-1578891114476027824?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/1578891114476027824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=1578891114476027824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1578891114476027824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1578891114476027824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/11/turning-point_14.html' title='Turning Point'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SR27DWqnqnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5Bm8SB7VJps/s72-c/turning+point.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-1480278038211666783</id><published>2008-11-08T19:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:18:22.970+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Experiences increase productivity</title><content type='html'>Even it is hectic, I still want to have a time to write. Even though the writings on this blog almost based on my experiences. But I smiled to myself when my lecturer said, “Experiences increase productivity.” In an interview, I admitted that I am 7 in writing and 4 in speaking. What an unbalanced comparison. But not too specific like that, I am a person who likes socializing too somehow, only show that I speak when I feel comfort to speak. It is because experience really teaches me. (Catch you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on something comfort, I have a friend that makes me comfort to speak with her, not only me but maybe other else, named Widya. We were in the same class when I was in the junior high school. And now we met in the same course of study. She never stops to speak. I could tell you like this because I ever challenged her to keep in silent. And see, she was only could hold it about 10 seconds to be quiet. And her face looked hard for her to hold it. One thing that I could not forgot about her. I asked her one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lo orang Betawi, Wid?” (no hard feeling for Batavian, I am not a racist fortunately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she answered concisely, “Kagak.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that, I could not hold my laughs and turned it out loud. Do you think that it is funny? I swear it will be yes if you hear her answer while you see her face. That is all about my friend named Widya. No offense to make you bad Wid, but it shows that you are back and forth (famous) in my mind. Halaaaaaaah. Jijay ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temperature is high this morning, and I feel a little bit whirling. Perhaps it is because yesterday I got caught in a swift rain while tired of anything that I must finished. You know when you force something, you have to get ready to face the risks. And I was ready to face it. But it is not bad at all, I just feel hard to rotate my eyes, it is a common thing when we got a headache. Tomorrow I am gonna back in a well. Happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-1480278038211666783?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/1480278038211666783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=1480278038211666783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1480278038211666783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/1480278038211666783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/11/experience-increases-productivity.html' title='Experiences increase productivity'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-4523052944796762596</id><published>2008-11-06T18:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:18:51.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Think future</title><content type='html'>Setelah dilakukan berbagai analisis, mulai 1 Desember, harga premium akan berubah menjadi Rp5.500 per liter dari yang sebelumnya Rp6.000 per liter. Sehingga kali ini yang mengalami penurunan harga adalah premium sebesar Rp500 per liter setelah pertamax juga mengalami penurunan sebelumnya dari Rp8.200 per liter menjadi Rp7.000 per liter. Harga Rp6.000 per liter adalah harga yang termurah di dunia, kata Menko Perekonomian, apabila turun menjadi Rp5.500 per liter maka harga premium di Indonesia tetap menjadi harga yang termurah di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penurunan ini dipicu oleh dua hal, yang pertama adalah karena harga minyak dunia yang terus mengalami penurunan hingga mencapai dibawah $70 per barel. Serta tuntutan dan aspirasi dari DPR serta masyarakat Indonesia. Dengan penurunan harga ini, pemerintah mengharapkan pertumbuhan ekonomi Indonesia bisa mencapai 6% setelah ditargetkan pada akhir tahun 2008 mencapai 6,3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, ironisnya penurunan harga premium ini dirasa kurang dan hanya dianggap sebagai basa-basi oleh pemerintah bagi sebagian pihak. Karena sebenarnya pemerintah masih dapat menurunkan harga premium beserta BBM subsidi yang lainnya seperti solar. Karena di APBN 2009, pemerintah mencanangkan subsidi sebesar Rp57,6 triliun. Tapi rencana ini dibuat berdasarkan asumsi harga minyak yang berada pada level $80 per barel. Namun hal ini masih dijadikan pertimbangan karena harga minyak akan terus dievaluasi oleh pemerintah setiap satu bulan, jadi bisa dimungkinkan akan turun lagi. Menteri ESDM mengatakan bahwa dengan adanya tambahan Rp500 per liter dengan asumsi konsumsi 1,5 juta kilo liter maka akan terdapat tambahan subsidi sebesar Rp750 miliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak harga minyak dunia terus naik hingga mencapai $140 per barel pada beberapa waktu lalu dan hingga sekarang mengalami terus penurunan, kita mengambil kebijakan dengan menaruh subsidi pada sektor minyak di dalam APBN. Padahal, apabila kita mengalihkan subsidi ke sektor yang lebih strategis, tentu akan menghasilkan lebih banyak manfaat. Seperti contohnya sektor pendidikan dan kesehatan, di mana masyarakat Indonesia masih banyak yang kesulitan dalam dua hal tersebut. Memang minyak tanah pada saat ini banyak dikonsumsi oleh masyarakat kelas menengah ke bawah. Tetapi dengan tidak adanya subsidi di sektor BBM akan mengajarkan masyarakat untuk hidup hemat energi, menurunkan ketergantungan akan BBM, kreatif dengan menciptakan energi alternatif lain yang lebih bersahabat dan tahan lama, penurunan dampak kerusakan lingkungan akibat penggunaan bahan bakar, penurunan jumlah kendaraan yang pada saat ini semakin membludak dan mengakibatkan kemacetan di mana-mana, penurunan dampak polusi udara yang mengganggu kesehatan, dan lain-lain. Toh yang lebih banyak menggunakan subsidi adalah masyarakat menengah ke atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah akan lebih baik bila subsidi tersebut dialihkan ke hal-hal seperti pendidikan dan kesehatan. Di mana seperti kita lihat sekarang bahwa pendidikan dan kesehatan yang semakin mahal dan sulit dijangkau untuk kalangan menengah ke bawah, padahal hal ini diperlukan bagi keberlangsungan generasi mendatang yang lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada intinya, setiap keputusan atau rencana yang dibuat adalah tidak hanya untuk mengatasi kondisi yang terjadi pada saat ini, tetapi juga memikirkan keberlangsungan di masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena untuk mencapai suatu hasil yang maksimal tidak harus dengan tindakan yang ekstrim dan sekarang ini juga, akan lebih baik bila dimulai sedikit demi sedikit, meskipun pada akhirnya bukan kita yang menentukan. Setidaknya kita dapat membuka jalan bagi generasi mendatang untuk meneruskan cita-cita tersebut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-4523052944796762596?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/4523052944796762596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=4523052944796762596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4523052944796762596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/4523052944796762596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/11/think-future.html' title='Think future'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8988713365513623891</id><published>2008-11-02T21:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:53:43.088+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Mumpung masih dalam suasana Sumpah Pemuda</title><content type='html'>Jadi ingat media serta stasiun-stasiun televisi sering menampilkan keironisan masyarakat Indonesia khususnya pemuda dalam memaknai hari peringatan nasional saat ini. Apalagi jika ditanyakan mengenai bunyi sumpah pemuda. Tapi, apa gunanya hafal kalau tidak diimplementasikan ke dalam kehidupan sehari-hari. Bukankah lebih baik kita paham akan maksudnya dan mempraktekkannya mulai dari hal yang kecil. Sumpah pemuda sekarang ini juga bisa dijadikan ajang bagi setiap pemuda untuk dinilai dan dibandingkan dengan pemuda pada jaman dahulu. Sudah pasti kita tahu jawaban umumnya apa. Dan memang begitulah kenyataan yang terjadi saat ini, kita tidak bisa memungkiri itu bahwa jaman dahulu berbeda dengan jaman sekarang. Mengenai prestasi yang sudah dicapai oleh pemuda, saya jadi ingat beberapa bulan lalu ketika saya menonton televisi yang sedang memutar program televisinya yang membahas mengenai dunia showbiz luar dan dalam negeri. Saat itu acara tersebut menayangkan peliputannya mengenai World Choir Games yang diadakan di Graz, Austria. Dan saat itu kontingen dari Indonesia diwakili oleh tim choir dari Elfa Seciora, Elfa’s Choir. Sudah empat kali berturut-turut Indonesia dalam hal ini diwakili oleh Elfa’s Choir memegang gelar sebagai Grand Champion pada acara tersebut. Dan pada kali ini, target untuk mempertahankan gelar tersebut pun diperjuangkan. Saya kagum karena penampilan mereka pada saat itu sangat atraktif. Mereka tidak hanya bernyanyi, tapi juga bergerak. Selain bergerak, mereka juga menampilkan sisi seni dalam berpakaian yang sangat menunjukkan identitas sebagai bangsa Indonesia. Dan kepercayaan diri pun ditunjukkan oleh para penyanyi tersebut sehingga sangat menghayati setiap lagu yang mereka bawa. Saya jadi berfikir, mereka sebenarnya ikut berpartisipasi dalam perlombaan internasional tersebut atau mengadakan konser? Beberapa lagu dibawakan sesuai dengan tema yang ditentukan oleh para juri. Sesekali wajah para juri pun diliput dan mereka menunjukkan wajah yang kagum serta menikmati penampilan dari kontingen Indonesia, bahkan terkadang ada beberapa juri yang ikut menggoyangkan jarinya di atas meja dan bahkan pula membiarkan kepalanya bergerak mengikuti alunan nyanyian dari Elfa’s Choir. Benar-benar bagus dan entah kenapa ada perasaan bangga saat saya menontonnya walaupun saya hanya menonton. Sama seperti jika kita menonton pertandingan bulutangkis dari televisi, pasti timbul perasaan ingin meneriakkan dukungan, sayangnya tidak bisa leluasa berteriak sekencang mungkin karena juga tidak didengar, paling-paling hanya bisa melontarkan tanggapan dan komentar. Setelah beberapa lama peliputan mengenai acara tersebut ditayangkan, langsung dilanjutkan dengan pengumuman pemenang acara tersebut. Pada saat itu kontingen Indonesia duduk di atas bangku yang menghadap ke arah panggung. Mereka berkumpul untuk mendengarkan pengumuman dan pada umumnya mengenakan baju berwarna merah tetapi saya juga melihat ada yang memakai pakaian daerah Indonesia.  Tidak lama, diumumkanlah pemenang Grand Champion, dan nama Indonesia disebutkan dengan lantang oleh juri. Para peserta berteriak kaget dan senang, mereka semua dengan penuh semangat berlari menuju panggung sambil membawa bendera merah putih, ada pula yang berlari sambil menangis. Dan pada saat itu pula air mata saya yang saat itu sudah tergenang mulai jatuh. Mereka pun menyanyikan lagu Indonesia Raya sambil mengambil sikap hormat sambil menangis dan perasaan haru itu tertular semakin bertambah di dalam diri saya. Andai semua orang Indonesia menonton ini dari awal dan menghayatinya. Walau saya hanya menonton, ada perasaan bangga, haru, bahagia, puas, ketika melihat para pemuda berprestasi itu membawa nama Indonesia dengan kepulangan yang juga membawakan keberhasilan. Dari situ saya berfikir, kenapa masih banyak orang yang menghina bangsa Indonesia, padahal masih ada hal yang sebenarnya patut untuk dibanggakan dan dilanjutkan perjuangannya, walaupun tidak banyak. Tapi jika kita mulai sedikit-sedikit, pasti perlahan akan tercapai. Saya juga berfikir mengapa banyak orang yang ingin pergi dari Indonesia dan tinggal di negara lain atau bahkan mendirikan sebuah negara (masih dalam suasana kepulangan sementara Hasan Tiro), ketika kepentingan politik menjadi pemeruntuh persatuan bangsa, tidak hanya bagi yang kontra tetapi juga yang sedang menduduki kekuasaan. Hal itu sering terjadi di Indonesia, ketika ricuh akan hasil pilkada, korupsi, perdebatan antar kelompok dan partai, terorisme, kemunculan organisasi-organisasi yang berdampak buruk bagi masyarakat, bahkan sampai menyangkut masalah agama dan hari raya. Semua bisa diruntuhkan oleh kepentingan politik dan keinginan untuk berkuasa. Begitulah akibatnya jika rasa saling percaya tidak ditumbuhkan sejak dini, dan rasa nasionalisme yang tinggi tidak dipupuk sejak awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3FnMPBg1I/AAAAAAAAALo/9G7P4VUuCN4/s1600-h/222811pfw0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3FnMPBg1I/AAAAAAAAALo/9G7P4VUuCN4/s200/222811pfw0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264080816555787090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3Fm49Kl5I/AAAAAAAAALg/PPAUXvCHGBk/s1600-h/gambar_berita_1749.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3Fm49Kl5I/AAAAAAAAALg/PPAUXvCHGBk/s200/gambar_berita_1749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264080811380610962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3FmWYYBII/AAAAAAAAALY/Mf29Wc2Cjao/s1600-h/2667690138_5a1ea5a584.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3FmWYYBII/AAAAAAAAALY/Mf29Wc2Cjao/s200/2667690138_5a1ea5a584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264080802099496066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3FmKxrjTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PdRwMuWnNM8/s1600-h/ina2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3FmKxrjTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PdRwMuWnNM8/s200/ina2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264080798984408370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-8988713365513623891?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/8988713365513623891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=8988713365513623891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8988713365513623891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/8988713365513623891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/11/mumpung-masih-dalam-suasana-sumpah.html' title='Mumpung masih dalam suasana Sumpah Pemuda'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQ3FnMPBg1I/AAAAAAAAALo/9G7P4VUuCN4/s72-c/222811pfw0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-275089974856180230</id><published>2008-10-28T09:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:53:43.090+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Syekh Pujiono</title><content type='html'>Berawal dari sebuah milis. Yang pada akhirnya memacu adrenalin untuk memberikan tanggapan mengenai kasus seorang kyai dengan profesinya sebagai pengusaha yang berniat akan menikahi dua orang perempuan yang berumur 7 dan 9 tahun setelah memperistri seorang perempuan berumur 12 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hal ini saya tidak mengatasnamakan sebuah agama dalam berpendapat. Bukan karena saya mengabaikan agama yang saya anut, tetapi karena selain agama saya terlalu suci untuk dicampuradukkan ke dalam masalah ini, tetapi juga karena saya sangat menghargai perbedaan dan keanekaragaman serta kemerdekaan dalam beragama. Dan bagaimanapun juga, setiap agama mengajarkan kita untuk memahami segala perbedaan yang ada. Maka dari itu saya akan berpendapat dari sisi sebagai seorang manusia khususnya wanita yang hidup di negara yang bernama Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggapan pertama yang terlintas adalah sebuah kalimat setiap orang memang memiliki hak untuk menata kehidupannya sesuai dengan yang diinginkannya. Dan memang pula setiap manusia berhak untuk menentukan jalan kehidupannya masing-masing khususnya dalam urusan berumah tangga apakah akan menikahi seseorang berumur 20 tahun atau menikahi seseorang berumur 5 tahun sekalipun, atau bahkan pria menikahi pria. Tetapi dalam hal ini ketika kita hidup di sebuah negara yang mengenal sebuah peribahasa yang indah yaitu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;”Di mana bumi dipijak, di situ langit dijunjung”&lt;/span&gt; akan mengingatkan kita pada segala aturan, norma, dan kebiasaan yang ada pada masyarakat yang apabila dilanggar akan mengakibatkan gejolak-gejolak positif maupun negatif. Dalam hal ini sikap pro dan kontra. Maka tidak heran jika banyak masyarakat yang memberikan tanggapan terhadap kasus ini. Karena selain melanggar kebiasaan yang ada pada masyarakat, kasus ini juga sebenarnya melanggar aturan yang sudah ditetapkan oleh pemerintah dalam undang-undang perkawinan yang menyebutkan bahwa batas usia pria maupun wanita yang menikah adalah minimal berusia 16 tahun. Jelas peraturan ini menyimpulkan bahwa tidak ada pernikahan yang diakui oleh negara apabila mempelai berusia di bawah 16 tahun. Apalagi dengan isu poligami yang saat ini masih menjadi hal yang kontroversial bagi(sebagian) masyarakat. Mengenai alasan yang dikemukakan oleh kyai tersebut tentang pernikahannya dengan gadis di bawah umur, ia menuturkan bahwa ia tidak sudi menikah dengan gadis yang sudah kuliah (16 tahun ke atas) karena pasti kelakuannya sudah bejat. Ya, tidak apa-apa kalau memang persepsi yang ada di matanya bahwa gadis yang sudah kuliah a.k.a 16 tahun ke atas adalah kelakuannya sudah bejat, tetapi menurut pandangan saya, setiap manusia itu berbeda-beda tidak bisa digeneralisasikan sebagai satu kesimpulan umum apalagi menyangkut sifat dan kelakuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi, saya sangat menghargai perbedaan dan dalam hal ini pula saya sangat menghargai persepsi yang ada di matanya karena(pastinya) ia adalah manusia dan setiap manusia pasti mempunyai pemikiran yang berbeda. Untuk itu, mari kita lihat dari sisi psikologis perkembangan anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkembangan anak di usia remaja yang sudah menikah pastinya akan memiliki perbedaan dengan perkembangan anak di usia remaja tetapi belum menikah. Misalnya dalam hal pergaulan. Setiap manusia yang masih dalam batas usia dapat disebut sebagai seorang anak-anak, pasti memiliki hak dan kesempatannya untuk bermain dengan teman-teman sebayanya. Ketika anak yang sudah menikah di bawah umur dari yang ditetapkan ini bermain dengan teman sebayanya, akan menimbulkan rasa saling ketidaknyamanan dan kejanggalan di antara mereka. Lantas apakah ia harus bergaul dengan ibu-ibu yang notabene dalam hal ini memiliki kesamaan status dengannya sebagai seorang ibu rumah tangga. Jadi, cobalah untuk berfikir panjang mengenai kasus ini, karena hal ini tentu akan mengakibatkan berbagai efek samping yang tidak hanya mengganggu kestabilan perkembangan si anak tetapi juga terhadap kemaslahatan sebuah keluarga yang akan dibangunnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada intinya, semua hal pasti memiliki waktu yang lebih tepat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-275089974856180230?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/275089974856180230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=275089974856180230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/275089974856180230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/275089974856180230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/10/syekh-pujiono.html' title='Syekh Pujiono'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-2181487260527081803</id><published>2008-10-28T09:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:53:43.091+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>A Relationship</title><content type='html'>Ada sesuatu yang mau saya bahas mengenai sebuah hubungan. Ini terjadi awalnya karena saya menonton, eh ngga juga deng, menengahi, eh ngga juga deng, memberikan sedikit saran terhadap pacarnya kakak saya yang pada saat ini sedang ada masalah. Bukan mau ikut campur, tapi sedikit cerita tentang perasaan saya ketika sedang diminta untuk memberikan sedikit saran. Entah kenapa ada perasaan marah juga ketika saya sedang memberikan sedikit saran terhadap hubungan mereka. Karena menurut saya tindakan mereka masih terlihat sebagai orang dewasa yang bersikap seperti beberapa anak kecil yang suka membuat masalah yang sebenarnya kecil menjadi besar dan kadangkala terlihat diperbesar-besarkan. Dan saya pun menyadari bahwa tentu hal ini sudah pernah terjadi oleh saya, itu ditandai dengan adanya perasaan bersyukur yang saya rasakan karena sudah pernah melewati masa-masa seperti itu dan lebih untungnya lagi, ketika usia saya masih 15 tahun, bukan 25 tahun seperti kakak saya sekarang ini, hekhekhek. Sedih dan kasihan juga karena kakak saya masih mengalami hal seperti ini dalam usia yang sudah perak itu. Ternyata memang benar kedewasaan tidak bisa diukur dari umur ya. Saya tidak mengatakan bahwa saya sudah dewasa dalam hal ini, tetapi apa salahnya untuk mencoba menjadi orang yang lebih baik dalam hal berfikir matang, tepat dan logis. Toh dalam berkehidupan kita pasti memiliki tujuan untuk menjadi manusia yang lebih baik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-2181487260527081803?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/2181487260527081803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=2181487260527081803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2181487260527081803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/2181487260527081803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/10/relationship.html' title='A Relationship'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-6405190579833442577</id><published>2008-10-27T19:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:20:22.651+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Mon ami m'a quittée</title><content type='html'>3 tahun belajar bahasa prancis, gue cuma bisa comment a lez vous, ca va bien, et vous? ca va bien aussi. je m'apelle mayang, je viens de pontianak, j'habite a jakarta. merci beaucoup, salute! bonjour, au revoir! yampun ckckckck. tapi begitu gue tau arti dari lirik lagunya celine dion yg berbilingual inggris-prancis di bawah ini (inggrisnya gue apusin) oh no, crrrrooooootttt, mencret-mencret gue nangis (lebayy) hahaa. gue ngga tau harus tertawa atau sedih :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon ami m'a quittée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Je vous le dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Çà devait arriver à moi aussi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Je le voyais rêver d'une autre fille depuis longtemps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon ami est ailleurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Je ne sais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Au près d'un autre coeur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Et loin de nous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; À cueillir d'autres fleurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Et d'autres rendez-vous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi je regarde les vagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dont la mer écrase les rochers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Et je voudrais que le calme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Vienne habiter ma solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il m'a quittée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Je vous le dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oui c'est arrivé à moi aussi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;À force de rêver d'une autre fille depuis longtemps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon ami m'a quittée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; C'est trop facile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; C'est la fin de l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Soleil fragile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Les bateaux sont rangés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pour un meilleur avril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alors moi je regarde les vagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dans mon coeur quelquechose a bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Il était tendre et sauvage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Et le voilà qui se raconte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il m'a quittée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; À la fin de l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Il m'a quittée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon ami m'a quittée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Je vous le dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oui c'est arrivé à moi aussi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; J'ai fini de rêver du moins pour aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hhhfff..&lt;br /&gt;ya ampun, i'm just trying to let it go and let it flow away, it's been too looooongggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-6405190579833442577?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/6405190579833442577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=6405190579833442577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6405190579833442577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/6405190579833442577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-ami-ma-quitte.html' title='Mon ami m&apos;a quittée'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-5614855387018273887</id><published>2008-10-25T15:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:20:37.791+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Today's song playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Doctor      doctor (please don’t go) – Frankie J&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Superwoman      – Alicia Keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lucky      – Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Cailiat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Teenage      love affair – Alicia Keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I      will, Here there and everywhere – Nathan Hartono&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Creep      – Karen Souza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Kau      yang bisa – Maliq n d’Essentials&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;No      one, Tattoo, Where is the love – &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Boyce        Avenue&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Boys      don’t cry – Jamie Lancaster version&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sweet      child of mine – Bossa ‘n Roses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Just      one night – Two Triple O feat. Cindy Bernadette&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      little things – Colbie Cailiat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sementara -- Float&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606003618700379256-5614855387018273887?l=mayangrizky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/feeds/5614855387018273887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606003618700379256&amp;postID=5614855387018273887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5614855387018273887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606003618700379256/posts/default/5614855387018273887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayangrizky.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-song-playlist.html' title='Today&apos;s song playlist'/><author><name>Mayang Rizky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610884205122960938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG99MEkm2u0/TyY3Gb7GVwI/AAAAAAAAArk/uXrEHgOivns/s220/Mayang2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606003618700379256.post-8194977023024225087</id><published>2008-10-24T13:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:53:43.093+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Again, missing you friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halo. Lagi suka liat foto-foto lama. Biasa, kebiasaan hobi bernostalgia hehee. And I just found a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFtqf1VllI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MYsIuz3mFSo/s1600-h/mayang"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFtqFj07_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZiLvo2GZtaI/s1600-h/P5150029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260606409559830514" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFtqFj07_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZiLvo2GZtaI/s200/P5150029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFshkqiDKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pUMUn6_OZmE/s1600-h/mandra"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260605163779001506" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFshkqiDKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pUMUn6_OZmE/s200/mandra%27s(089).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gilak ya, jaman-jaman SMA yang penuh gairah haahaa. Baru sadar gue apalagi pas jaman 28 CUP yang penuh tumpah darah tangisan jiwa raga harta dan nyawa(lebaaayy). Lihat dong senyuman paksa yang menyimpan beban. Sekarang kita lihat di bawah ini, senyuman yang tanpa(belum) beban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFxEGwISvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wX5MZeNRKc8/s1600-h/Image(136).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260610155091348210" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFxEGwISvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wX5MZeNRKc8/s200/Image(136).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFxEJRANRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XP1fd4-WYHc/s1600-h/Image(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFxD1Z26sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xoo-ISGFmxQ/s1600-h/Image(133).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260610150434532034" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hPlM4hD5HtE/SQFxD1Z26sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xoo-ISGFmxQ/s200/Image(133).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitmen, itu gua? Oh, kok
